Love beyond the mask ( Whitney )
Chapter 986

In the morning, Parker had arranged for the hospital's doctor to perform an ultrasound on Tiana.

And, with a bit of a cheeky move, he squeezed himself outside the ultrasound room, lifting the curtain slightly to sneak a peek at how the doctor was conducting the abdominal ultrasound on his lady. The moment he got the ultrasound image, his slender fingers trembled with excitement, and an indescribable expression crossed his handsome features.

The image was dark and indecipherable to him...

"Daddy! Let me see, I wanna see too!" Cherry, like a little munchkin, clung to the man's crisp trousers, trying her best to stand on tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the little sprout inside Mommy's belly.

"I can't make heads or tails of it, how could you?" Parker's tone was heavy, his brows furrowed.

"Mr. Parker, look here, this is the gestational sac." The doctor, trying not to laugh, pointed it out for him.

Parker stared at the tiny black dot in the middle, his expression suddenly darkening, "What's going on with it? Why is it so small? Does it not have a body?"

"..." The doctor, having been an OB/GYN for years, was taken aback.

After a moment of speechlessness, he coughed lightly, offering a gentle reminder, "Mr. Parker, Ms. Melford's baby is just about two months along. Strictly speaking, it's still just a little sprout, not yet developed. How could it have a body and facial features? Heh." "How can we tell if it's okay then? I don't care, do it again; I can't see anything clearly!" Parker's face was a mask of frost, his temples throbbing with tension.

Even Cherry glanced at her daddy, thinking he was being a bit unreasonable.

After all, even she understood that Mommy's baby brother or sister was still too small to be seen.

Daddy was making things difficult for the doctor.

The head of obstetrics, looking as uncomfortable as one could be, could only wipe the sweat from his brow and explain: "Mr. Parker, redoing the ultrasound won't change the image. We can see and hear the heartbeat and the embryo is developing quite well." "This is considered well? If anything happens, can you take responsibility?" Parker shot him a glare.

Inside the ultrasound room, Tiana, who had just managed to fix her clothes, was nearly at her wit's end.

What is wrong with this man?

Picking fights with the doctor, even without any basic knowledge, he should know that at two months, you can only listen to the heartbeat, not expect to see the baby... She was speechless.

Unable to hold back, she lifted the curtain and stepped out, looking up at the unreasonable man: "Parker. The baby is only this big right now; it's a gestational sac, Whitney already told me this. What more do you want? Please, stop causing trouble and making things difficult for the doctor."

"..." Parker's excited demeanor froze, feeling misunderstood.

He retorted with a thin lip, "I just wanted to see what my own child looks like, how is that causing trouble?"

"Mr. Parker, the baby will only start to take shape around four months. If it had a body now, wouldn't that be rather monstrous?" The director tried to reason, albeit helplessly.

Instantly, Parker bristled, "Are you calling my child a monster?"

"No! Not at all..."

"Enough." Tiana was beyond frustrated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment amidst the bustling corridor.

She tugged at his shirt, "It's just a black dot right now. If you can't appreciate that, then don't look. Don't be ignorant and troublesome."

"I care about our child, is that wrong? You're the one finding fault?" Parker's handsome face cooled, his gaze drifting over her rounded cheeks, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction, "I regret not seeing Cherry's fetal development, and now you won't let me see our second child?

Tiana, get it straight. From now on, you're under my care, and your prenatal checks will go by my say. You step aside, I'll communicate with the doctor."

"..." How could there be such a man? Domineering, childish, petulant...

"Parker, get it straight who's carrying the child. If you see me as just a vessel, I don't need your care!"

Parker saw her eyes beginning to redden, suddenly feeling a bit lost.

Her lips pouted, a face of silent grievance about to erupt.

He quickly remembered Whitney's words, regretting his rashness, his temper having flared up again.

Parker straightened his lips, looking like a deflated balloon, at a loss, watching the mist form in her big, round eyes. He coughed, reaching out to embrace her, "Tiana, I didn't mean it that way." "Stay away, I don't want your touch."

"Since when did I treat you like a tool?" Parker was genuinely frustrated.

How could a joyful event like a prenatal ultrasound turn into a squabble?

It must be his nerves; he was just too anxious, hoping for a boy to carry on his legacy.

"Tiana, disagreements are normal; I'll change slowly, damn it, I didn't see you as a tool." The man's explanation was awkward.

"You act like I'm just a tool, wishing the baby could form overnight and be born tomorrow, so you can whisk it away, right?" Tiana's hormones surged, her emotions barely in check.

"I didn't!" Parker's gaze darkened, speechless at her wild imagination.

He frowned deeply, trying to reconcile, "OK, I was just too excited. I shouldn't have bothered the doctor or you. The baby's a gestational sac, I get it now. I'll wait for it to grow, to be born, and it's yours after all. Because you belong to me, why rush to claim the child?" Saying so, his voice softened several degrees, attempting to soothe her: "Don't be mad, it's all my fault, I'm childish, I've never had a baby, I don't understand!"

"..." Tiana nearly burst into laughter at his clumsy attempt at reconciliation.

What kind of man was this, stumbling over his words? If he had had a baby, that would be the day!

Instinctively, her gaze flicked to a certain area of his tailored trousers, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment as she hung her head low.

"Not mad anymore?" Parker leaned in, searching for her gaze.

Perhaps it was the gentle cadence of his voice, or maybe it was how striking he looked under the soft lighting.

Tiana found herself weakening under his approach, her hand twisting her skirt hem, then taking Cherry's eager little hand, stepping back with a sniff, huffing, "I beg you, make time to read some parenting books. You talk about taking care of me, yet you don't even know at what stage the baby should look like, only to yell at the doctor."

"You're absolutely right, honey," Parker conceded, his tone softening as he turned into the very picture of obedience, a big, well-behaved hound. "After all this time spent playing doctor and scolding me, feeling any better?

I'm done fretting about what the kid's gonna look like-dark, ugly, whatever.

Babe, how about I take you out for breakfast?"

"Who's your babe!" Tiana, flustered and blushing furiously, glanced around at the onlookers gathering in the hallway, her words stuttering, "Don't... don't talk nonsense, Cherry... let's get out of here."

"Hold up, babe." The voice behind her was shamelessly smooth, laced with amusement. Parker's tall, impressive figure turned heads, especially among the young nurses who couldn't help but swoon. He was clearly enjoying getting a rise out of her.

Tiana's ears burned even redder, and she quickened her pace.

As Parker chased after her, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a text from Whitney, and his brows furrowed instantly.