Evangeline

Alexander’s hands are still, yet shaky. Quiet, yet loud. Soft, yet firm as they hold the sonogram picture.

He hasn’t said a word since the doctor handed it to him. All he’s done is stare wide-eyed while stroking the edges with his thumbs.

That tells me everything I need to know.

And I cannot bring myself to stop staring at this man. 

His mouth parts like he’s about to speak. He tries. Nothing. They close back up and his jaw tenses. He lifts his gaze to mine, just a ...