“You were shirtless the majority of the time. You purposely broke the rules.”
I shrug, and her eyes widen.
“You did it on purpose? Tried to get me to break the rule?”
I smile and wrap my arm around her, kissing her temple. “I just really wanted you.”
She lays her head on my chest. “Me too.”
“Callie,” the nurse calls.
As we head toward the door, I catch a woman smiling at us.
Yeah, we’re lucky as hell. If you want to report that to the internet, go ahead.
I hold Callie’s purse while she gets weighed, then she sits on the table.
“You know, it’s a little disappointing that the first time I’d be free to help you undress, you don’t have to put on one of those paper gowns.”
She shakes her head and lifts her shirt, palming her belly.
I stand and walk over, placing my hands over hers and kissing her stomach. Then I place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Do you think we should leave the sex of the baby a surprise?”
I’ve been going back and forth on whether we should find out or not.
“We could rock, paper, scissors for it?” A competitive gleam enters her big brown eyes.
“You do know the odds are in my favor to win eventually, right?” I take a seat.
She puts her fist in her palm. “Want to test your fate?”
“No. I want to know what we’re having. It was just a thought.” I shrug.
A knock lands on the door, and I stand when Dr. Amato comes in.
She stops and smiles. “You guys are my favorite couple. But don’t tell the others, okay?” She washes her hands.
I slide to the side of the table to hold Callie’s hand, and Callie looks up at me. “We’re our favorite too.”
Dr. Amato laughs and comes over with the stethoscope to listen to the baby. “It all sounds good.”
She moves the ultrasound machine over and squirts some gel on Callie’s stomach.
My heart races because this is such a pivotal moment for us. We finally figured our shit out. Well, I figured out my shit. Now we’re about to find out if we’ll be raising a girl or a boy.
The screen flicks on with an image that looks so different from the first time Dr. Amato did this.
I can actually see the shape of the baby. There’s a head, a body, and are those feet?
“Shit,” I murmur, emotions swelling in my chest.
Callie turns to me, squeezing my hand.
“There you are,” she says to the screen. I realize she’s probably been talking to the baby more than I have.
“It’s so real.”
Callie laughs. “That’s because you’re not lugging it around everywhere, but this does put a whole new perspective on it.”
