Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 86~

a few months later...

"Congratulations, it's a boy!" Dr. Johnson smiled. I finally reached the 16th week of my pregnancy.

"Yay!" I squealed and Dalton kissed my head. We both really wanted a little boy, especially after we lost Oliver back in August. We told our family about the pregnancy last month, and they were so happy for us.

"You have a really healthy baby boy," Dr. Johnson smiled as she pressed on a button. Soon, the sound of our baby's heartbeat filled the room. Dalton smiled at me as we listened to our baby's heartbeat.

"So, that's it for today," said Dr. Johnson, "Expect to start feeling small movements by your next appointment. Do you have any questions?"

I shook my head and the appointment came to an end. We thanked the doctor and drove off.

"Baby, can we start buying baby stuff at the mall?" I asked Dalton, "I have an idea on how to tell our family the gender of our baby. I also wanna get something for Taylor's baby."

"Sure," he smiled. Taylor and Joe were also having a little boy. They decided to keep everything private and not tell the media anything until their son is born.

"Mommy, we're gonna have a boy?" Imogen asked.

"Yeah," I smiled, "are you excited?"

"Yes!" she beamed. She also wanted a little boy, so the moment we found out we're having a boy, we were over the moon.

"Daddy, where are we going?" she asked.

"We're gonna get some stuff for your little brother and Auntie Tay's baby," he answered.

"Do I get to pick some things?" she asked.

"Of course," I smiled. "Yay!"

"We're here," Dalton said as he parked the car in the mall's parking lot. I put on my sunglasses and a hoodie to hide my bump. I wasn't wearing any makeup so it helped me disguise myself better. Dalton and Imogen also put their sunglasses on. We got off the car and Dalton picked Imogen up as we walked into the building. We headed to the baby store and I started picking a bunch of maternity clothes while Dalton and Imogen started picking some onesies.

I picked maternity clothes, starting from shirts to nightgowns. When I was done with the maternity clothes, I started looking at the onesies. Dalton had picked a lot of cute ones for our little boy, and Imogen had even picked some toys for her little brother.

"Are these what you're looking for baby?" Dalton asked me, showing a bunch of onesies. He was holding one saying my grandparents' favorite grandson and one saying my aunts' and uncles' favorite nephew. That was exactly what I was looking for.

"Yes, you found what I was looking for," I smiled. We picked a few more onesies to complete the list and I started picking some for Taylor's baby. Not only some onesies, I also got her baby shoes, a teddy bear, and a blanket.

***

After spending about an hour at the store, we finally got everything we would be needing, including baby bottles, diapers, pumps, and many more. We went to the cashier and checked out.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" the cashier asked. "Yeah, can I also get a large gift box?"

"Is this size enough?" she asked, holding a large box.

"That would be perfect," I smiled. She then scanned the items.

"And that would be $1580 in total," she said. We then paid for the items and went back home. We brought everything inside and I started organizing the things I bought for Taylor's baby in the gift box. I wrote a note and placed it inside the box. Dalton started arranging the things we bought into labelled paper bags for the gender reveal tomorrow.

*skip to gender reveal*

"You may now open the bags," I said to everyone in the room. They started to open the bags and looked at the onesies inside. Frankie was the first one to react.

"It's a boy!" he exclaimed.

"Not a mini Dalton!" Tori said and I laughed.

"If he gets a lot of Dalton's genes he's gonna be big," Verna said and my eyes went wide. I'm tiny, giving birth to a big baby would wreck my body.

"But you'll pull through, I promise," she reassured, "women's bodies are amazing."

"I guess you're right," I smiled.

"Dalton was the only big one as a baby, Tori and Dakota were small," she said.

"That must've hurt a lot."

"It did hurt a lot, but he's definitely one of the best things to ever happen to me," she said, making Dalton smile.

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna be big," I said, softly rubbing my bump, "I'm only 16 weeks along, and my bump is pretty big."

"Good luck with that," she chuckled and my eyes went wide.

"Just kidding, you'll be alright, I promise," she said and I lightly smiled.

"I'll be by your side when you give birth, I promise," Dalton kissed my head, making me smile.

"How's your little one doing?" my mom asked.

"He's very healthy," I smiled, "the doctor said that he's gonna start kicking soon."

"That's great," she smiled, "feeling your baby's first kicks just feels amazing."

"I know right?"

***

The party came to an end. Everyone went home, leaving only me, Dalton, and Imogen in the house, along with all the dogs. We're all on the couch, I was laying down on Dalton's lap, while Imogen was napping on the other couch.

"Baby, should we tell the fans now?" I asked Dalton, "My bump is getting bigger, they're gonna find out."

"Anything you want baby," he lightly smiled. "I guess we should tell them."

"Okay baby," he smiled and I took out my phone. I chose a picture from the gender reveal today and posted it on Instagram. It was a picture of me and Dalton kissing while Imogen was placing her head on my bump. I captioned it hello little one, can't wait to meet u in august 🤍. I clicked post and put my phone away. Dalton ran his fingers through my hair and softly kissed my lips.

Soon, my phone was filled with tons of notifications. I picked up my phone, curious of what people said about my pregnancy. Most people were happy for us, but some others weren't.

"still can't believe she stayed with dalton, he's a musty idiot," someone commented.

"I hope u lose the baby," another person  commented.

"hope she and the baby fucking die, I'm so sick of her," someone else said. That's it, I've had enough. I began sobbing and Dalton immediately knew what was wrong. He held me in his arms and whispered comforting words into my ears. He took my phone from me and put it away.

"Don't stress yourself out too much baby, it's not good for you and our little one," he said, softly rubbing my stomach. I guess he was right. I shouldn't let those haters be a burden in my life. I started to calm down and he softly kissed my lips.

"I think you should take a break from social media," he said, "it's can be toxic sometimes, and it's putting your mental health at risk."

"You're right," I breathed out.

"You can still take some time to talk to your fans," he said and I nodded. I traced my fingers along his tattoos and fell asleep on his lap.