Addicted

Chapter 10

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The next week goes by slowly, and it seems to drag on forever. finally, once a week and a half has passed, I call Selina and ask her to come to the clinic with me to get the gender test. I already know it's a boy, but I kind of want to rub it in her face that she's wrong.

Puddin's tied up in business, so I grab my keys and slip out the door. I can't wait to tell him. The reason I waited this long is that I wanted to tell him the gender, and now that I know it'll be a boy, I know he'll be even more excited. Lucy's his little princess, but now he'll have a prince.

I meet Selina at the clinic, and she hugs me tight. "You ready to find out?" she asks. I smile. "Are you ready?" I ask teasingly. "I think I might win that bet," I say, walking towards the door.

In the room, the same nurse as last time (Her name is Amelia) takes my blood pressure, then pulls out a big needle. I recoil. "What the hell's that?!" I demand. She laughs. "This is how we determine the gender, Harley. We take a blood test, separate your chromosomes from the baby's, analyze the baby's, then wham. Gender revealed."

I grit my teeth and force myself to settle back down into the chair. "You're lucky I wanna win this bet right now," I grumble to Selina. She gives me a feline grin, and I resist the urge to smack her pretty face.

The needle goes into my arm, and I wince, biting my lips until I taste blood. "Almost, almost, almost, done." She pulls the needle out, and I look at the vial filled with my blood. Crazy to think my baby's blood is in there too.

Amelia inserts the blood into a machine, it whirs away for about five minutes and then prints out a small paper. She looks at it and says, "I'll be right back- I just have to bring it to the decoders."

Two minutes later, she's back. She hands me the paper, and I look through the columns of symbols and odd-looking letters. There, at the bottom, written in neat, almost typed handwriting, is a single word. Male.

I squeal with joy and leap up and hug Selina. "I'm going to have a boy, I'm going to have myself a baby boy," I say, sobbing happily. I point at Amelia. "You," I say, tears shining in my eyes, "Are invited to dinner tonight. I'll send you the directions and the rest of the details, but I gotta go tell my Puddin," I say, nearly crying from happiness again.

Selina nods. "Thank you," I say, embracing Amelia. She hugs me back tightly. "You deserve it," she says warmly.

On the way home, I rub my belly with one hand on the steering wheel, thinking about names. Jack junior? Evan? Samuel? Thomas?

I pull into the garage and leave my keys on the driver's seat as usual. I open the door to the house and walk in, trying to contain my elation. I ask one of the servants where Puddin is, and he aims me to Jack's office. "That's where I heard him last," he says, shrugging. "He was having an issue with a client or something."

I thank him and he bows, already off to another task. When I arrive at Puddin's door, I knock. "Yes?" he calls out. "Puddin? Can I come in?" I ask, trembling from the excitement.

"Sugar, you can come in any time you want, you know that," he says. I push the door open and see him at his desk, looking through papers. I shut the door behind me.

"I have something to tell you," I say, sitting on the edge of his desk. He looks up, genuinely curious. "Yes, Honey? What is it?"

"I- I'm- I'm pregnant," I say, hand on my stomach. He freezes. "Puddin?" I say, puzzled.

He gets up. "Puddin, what's wrong?" I ask. He says nothing, then picks me up and hugs me, kissing me deeply. "Really?" he asks, joy in his eyes. "Yes," I say, hugging him tightly. "And it's a boy."

"How long did you know? How far along are you? And that's why you've been acting so weird... I knew you were hiding something," he declares, spinning me around. I laugh. "I've only known for a week. I'm about 11 weeks now, though. And it was misery, Puddin- you know I hate keeping secrets from you."

"Let's go have lunch," he says, setting me down. "Let's go out in celebration of my son," he says, tossing his papers into a drawer and tidying his desk up quickly.

"Oh, and I asked my doctor to come over for dinner tonight as a thank you for taking good care of me. She said she's a fan, too," I say, taking his hand. He kisses my forehead. "Darlin, anyone who isn't your fan must be out of their mind."

We get into his car- a purple version of mine- and he turns the key in the ignition. "Where to, Puddin?" I ask. He reaches across me and fastens my seat belt, placing a hand on my belly. "You're going to wear a seat belt until he's born, you hear me?" he says, staring at me intensely. I blush as the heat from his gaze wanders. "Alright, alright," I say, looking away.

We have lunch at a cute little restaurant called Gotham's Kitchen that it must be new since I've never seen it before, and then Puddin drives us home, more careful than he's been in a while. The last time he drove at the actual speed limit and in the lanes was when I was pregnant with Lucy.

When we get home, he kisses me on the forehead and sadly goes back to his work, promising he'll try to finish soon. I head off to the kitchen, looking for Kaylee.

I push open the swinging doors, looking for her uniquely purple-streaked hair. I call her name out just as she comes in from the pantry, lugging a huge pan for one of the chefs.

Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she thrusts the pan at one chef and bolts over to me, hugging me tightly. "Miss Quinn! Hi," she squeals. I laugh and hug her back, feeling almost like a mother to her.

"Guess what," I say, pulling back. "What?" she asked, excited. "I'm pregnant," I say, and she squeals again. "REALLY?! Oh, that's so amazing, Miss Quinn!! Ooh, is it a boy or a girl? Do you have any name ideas? Tell me everything!"

So I did, sitting on the front steps with my arm around her, feeling very much like my life was complete.

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