A strong rhythmic sound fills the room. His hand in yours , his vision blurs as he stare at the screen in wonder. A fierce,long forgotten yearning unfolds im his middle as he takes in the baby’s black and-white shape. hes going to be a daddy again “One hundred sixty beats per minute, excellent” the ultrasound technician says “And we’re measuring right in target at 8 weeks”. You cover ur mouth and let out a sob, he wipes his own tears before leaning in to kiss ur cheek “Well done mama”