I was also grateful for his kindness towards me.
When it was time for prenatal check-ups, considering the baby's age was still small, I wanted to go to the hospital alone.
Martin disagreed and insisted on accompanying me.
"Your condition is not very stable yet, and the hospital is crowded. What if you get bumped into halfway? Linda can't make it. I'm free now, so I can go with you!"
I stood there, thinking about how to refuse politely, but Martin didn't give me a chance.
He took the prenatal check-up form from my hand and walked forward without another word.
I could only smile at Linda and follow him.
At the hospital, the situation was extremely awkward, just as I had anticipated.
After waiting in line for half an hour, when it was my turn, I was about to sit down when Martin quickly took out a cushion from his bag and placed it on the stool.
The doctor who was examining me couldn't help but tease, "This dad is so nervous. Is this your first child?"
At that moment, embarrassment, speechlessness, and awkwardness all washed over me. I didn't know how to respond.
Martin, however, was very composed and could still chat and laugh with the doctor.