Prison infirmary. He snorted at that. The medical ward wasn’t the least prisony-looking area of the compound, no, but Elliot sometimes forgot that that was exactly where he was working now. In a makeshift hospital that used to cater to sick and injured inmates. He shook his head in amazement. “Yeah, it does. You know, sometimes I forget we even live in a place that was once a functioning prison,” he chuckled sheepishly.
Whatever reservations and misgivings Elliot felt about the future of their relationship were easy to dismiss when faced with something as exciting as this. He grinned at the mental image that appeared when Rae said it felt like their baby was already tap-dancing. “Guess we’ll have to put tap shoes on that list of things to find for Little One, huh?” He teased. His smile sobered. “I know what you mean. Pretty sure it’s how I’m feeling, too.”
He dipped his head forward to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “You will be a fantastic mother. You’ve pretty much made it your job to take care of just about everyone living here, and most of them appreciate it.” He didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of people Rae mothered.
Elliot closed and locked the door and took a seat in front of the computer monitor. “Since we put everything in here a month or so ago? I’ve only used it about three times. The first time, one of the other doctors had to show me what to do, since I’d never used one before, but the other two times it was all me.” He quirked a grin. “And no, I didn’t screw it up, in case you were worried about trusting me with this machine.”
He made a few more teasing jokes like that as he went about turning the ultrasound machine on and going through the necessary setup, but honestly wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was saying. Talking always helped him maintain calm when anxieties and fears threatened to spring up. He picked up the transducer probe and offered Rae what he hoped was a comforting smile. “Ready?”