“Meh, semantics,” Evan waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, his mouth quirking into a grin as he looked at her sitting on the bed. “If you ask me, since I'm not technically a doctor, my bed-on manner is more important than my bedside manner.” He paused, then added, “at least when it concerns you, anyway.”
Nervous. “We've got nothing to be nervous about.” Though he wasn't as certain as he'd have liked to be. “We've been nothing but careful.” At least he had. Her escapades out into town made him less certain of the fact that she was careful, but once again, as he was more than a little bit sure that it would sour the mood and piss her off, he didn't say anything. This was supposed to be a happy occasion. There was no need to ruin it.
Later. He'd deal with all of that later.
Evan couldn't help but chuckle when she commented on how prepared he was. He nodded. “This is pretty much the most important thing in my life right now.” Not the ultrasound, the baby. Their family. He knew she'd understand, though. “I know it's a little surprising, and probably a little worrisome, to put all of this in my hands. But I promise, it'll be okay. I learned all the nuances and stuff, and we can seek out a second opinion if there's trouble.”
He paused, then added, “but I don't foresee trouble.” At least not with the equipment.
Shrugging, he half-smiled. “It's been awhile. Just making sure you remember.” He pressed the sonogram probe to her belly and turned his eyes to the screen as he moved it around.