359 Arabelle's Plan

"Mr. Frost, please wait outside. I'd like a word with Mrs. Frost before I begin the ultrasound," the doctor calmly requested, gesturing towards the door.

Gabe met the doctor's gaze briefly, his eyes scanning the room before he nodded and turned to step outside, leaving a lingering touch on Arabelle's hand.

"Don't go," Arabelle pleaded, her voice sweet and gentle, her grip on his hand tender.

Gabe gently caressed her wrist and reassured her, "I'm not going anywhere, Arabelle. I'll be right outside. Just a quick chat with the doctor, and I'll be back."

"Then, you won't go very far? I want to catch a first glimpse of our child with you," she insisted, her tone carrying warmth and anticipation.

Gabe paused, sensing the sweetness in her voice, "Of course, Arabelle. Let the doctor interview you, and then I'll come back. Okay?"