“I don’t know what I want to wear.”
“Something that I can rip off later,” I joked.
She laughed. “I will pick this two-piece set then.”
I watched her as she did her hair and makeup. Helped her oil her body. Then watched her put on her clothes and shoes.
By the time we left the house, I had about an hour to move us through the traffic to make it to the appointment on time, and Amir asked me to stop to get him a snack. Making Islah chime in, sayin’ she wanted one too.
We made it inside the office just in time to sign her name on the paper before they canceled her shit.
Islah filled out the paper on a clipboard that the receptionist gave her while I talked to Amir about what type of chain he wanted for his mom.
As he gave me his idea, I watched Islah take the paper back up to the desk, then walk back holding her stomach.
“Are you in pain?”
“No, I’m just nervous.”
I nodded. I was nervous myself.
“I understand. I believe everything is okay, luv.”
She held my hand as we waited for them to call her name, and as soon as they did, she jumped and looked at me.
“Come on, mamas.”
She got up, and we walked through the door, following behind the nurse. They checked her weight, made her pee in a cup, then we got led to a room.
And of course Amir talked. I was glad though. I didn’t know what to say, while praying to God that everything was okay with my baby.
After a while, the doctor came in and talked to Islah for a few minutes before turning on the TV on the wall across from us and putting that jelly shit on her stomach. I stared at Islah while she had her eyes squeezed shut.
It was quiet for a few seconds. The nurse was moving the tool around back and forth and pressing shit on the screen, and then we heard it…
Our baby’s heartbeat. Islah’s eyes shot open, and she looked at me with the biggest smile.
“Babyyy!” she said softly.
I nodded and kissed her forehead.
“I told you everything was okay.”
I exhaled and looked at the screen.
“It’s still kinda tiny, but there’s your baby,” the nurse said.
Amir was all in the screen.
“Wow! This is so cool,” he expressed.
As I looked back at Islah, she had a tear coming down her face.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
She wiped her tears. “I am just glad everything is okay.”
We got some pictures printed out, made the next appointment, and left out, all of us happy as hell making beats about whether it’s gonna be a boy or a girl.
