"So were you bummed we couldn't find out today?" Austin asked as he came and sat next to me on the bed.
I closed my laptop and put it at the foot of the bed, letting my hand rest on my swollen stomach. "Yeah, but I mean I kinda like not knowing," I said chewing on my bottom lip.
Now 5 months and 2 weeks pregnant, me and Austin have been trying to find out what we were having for the past 4 appointments. Everytime though, the baby would always be turned away or something and the doctor wasn't able to tell. To be honest though I think Austin was more upset than me. Of course I wanted to know; it's not that I don't want to, I just can't know.
"We could always try the ring trick again," he smiled.
"You're not giving up, are you Carlile," I giggled at the tattooed man searching for some string.
"Nope."
I rolled my shirt up reluctantly as Austin held my engagement ring tied to a piece of string over my belly. "It didn't work the first time so what makes you think it will now?" I asked not caring for the childlike excitment that radiated off of my giddy fiancee.
"C'mon, Y/N. If it doesn't work this time I promise I'm done."
"Fine," I sighed caving at his adorale puppy dog face.
He let go off the ring and held it by the piece of thread he found above my stomach. "Side-to-side boy, Circle is a girl," I reminded. (A/N: idk if that's actually how it works i just know it's something like that. feel free to correct me if im wrong!!) I watched slowly in amazement as the ring started to swing in a circular motion around my stomach. "Austin you're doing that," I accused glancing over at him. He shook his head "No. I swear I'm not," he smiled. The ring continued to move around my stomach as Austin held the thread perfectly still. "Woah," I breathed and smiled. This wasn't anything like had happend last time. The last time the ring just swung around wildy in no certain direction.
He finally untied my ring and put it back on my finger. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
As Austin pulled away, his band mate and best friend, Alan, appeared in doorway. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," the ginger said.
"Not at all," I giggled.
Alan came over and sat next to me on the bed me and Austin shared.
"Good 'cause even if I was that's too bad," he snorted. Austin's phone buzzed in his pocket so he got up and left to answer it.
"So what's up, Mama?" Alan asked as I, tried, sit up indian style. I was still relatively small for 5 months but that didn't mean I wasn't showing major bump-age.
"Still trying to convinve your best friend that he can't prove it's a girl."
Alan nodded and sat silent for a minute as he thought about something. I could always tell when he wsa thinking hard. He'd get real still and suck in his bottom lip.
"What's on your mind princess?" I asked patting his arm.
"Princess? Really? I'm gunna start calling you Ginger Prince since I'm not the only souless one in this family." I consider Alan my brother majority of the time.
I pouted at him. He mocked back poking his bottom lip out and making whiney noises at me. I giggled and pushed his arm playfully "You're a butthole Alan."
We sat quietly for a minute until Alan spoke again. "Roll your shirt up," he demanded.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Just do it. I think I have a sharpie somewhere..." he mumbled.
"Ugh. Really? You know I hate this." I knew exactly what he wanted to do. Since I started showing the least bit, when someone got bored they'd make me roll my shirt up so they could draw all over my stomach. It got annoying after about the fourth time of Tino drawing what he thought the baby would look like on me. It always turned out really awkward but I think it's on purpose.
Soon he found a sharpie and went to work doodling on my belly.
"What are you even drawing," I laughed partially annoyed.
Alan's finger flew to my mouth, never once looking up. "Shh. This is a masterpiece in the making. Just you wait."
A few more minutes had passed. Austin was still just outside the door on the phone as Alan put his 'finishing touches' on his work.
"'Kay. Go look," he said slipping the sharpie back into his pocket.
I looked at my stomach in the mirror and burst into laughter. Alan had drawn (what appeared to be) a baby bottle, a pacifier, a teddy bear, and a baby's face with words 'Baby Carlile' with an arrow pointing down, across the top of my bump.
"You've got to be kidding me," I laughed, wiping a tear that had fallen.
"OH! Wait, come back here. I didn't even sign it. Every good artist needs to signature his work," Alan said once again taking the sharpie and pressing the cold tip against my grafittied skin.
"There," he said kissing the tips of his fingers. "MAGNIFICO!"
Austin returned upon hearing the laughter and chatter between me and his red haired friend.
"Oh wow." Austin said leaning against the threshold, seemingly amused.
"Right? Ain't it cool?" Alan said, gesturing towards me.
Austin just laughed and pulled out his phone. He instagramed and tweeted a picture of my stomach with the caption "@alanashby @(username) 5 months down, 4 to go. #babycarlile #dadmode3000".
"Well," Alan said as he stood and stretched. "Looks like my work here is done! I'm going home. I'll see you guys later." he said hugging me then waving to Austin.
"Bye, Princess." I giggled and waved as he left the room.
When he was gone, Austin walked over and wraped his long arms around my waist. "I love you," he said quietly kissing my forehead.
"I love you too, Aus." I said equally quiet, nuzzling my head into his chest, enojoying the slience. Who knows how many more of these moments we'll get after the baby gets here?
