Blind Love

Chapter 77 • Boy Oh Boy

A/N: 🚨 Big reveal in this chapter. Enjoy 😉

The last and only time I've had to stay overnight in a hospital was when my mum gave birth to me twenty-some years ago, so I am more than ready to go home. My nurses and the staff here have been positively wonderful, but I'm longing to take a shower and be comfortable in my own pyjamas in regular bed sheets, even if it is in Anne's house and not our apartment.

Harry and I have had breakfast together and brushed our teeth and now we're waiting for Dr. Tate to come and do the ultrasound. The goal of this appointment is to check if the babies are strong enough for me to go home. I've got my fingers crossed that everything will be fine and that he'll clear me to go home today, but I'm also being realistic and not getting my hopes up to be disappointed.

Exhaling a tired breath, I shift my leg on my body pillow and relax into the bed, still getting used to the oddly shaped air mattress. Since I'm on my left side, I place my right hand on my belly between the monitor straps and soothe my belly. I smile softly at how pregnant I actually look and I realize I'm only going to get bigger, but I don't mind it.

"Wanna watch the tellie?"

I glance over at Harry, "I'm fine right now. You can turn it on for noise if you want, but Dr. Tate should be here soon. It's almost ten."

He nods in answer, "I've got a serious question for you."

"O-okay, uhm, what is it?" I give him my full attention, watching him pinch his bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger, something he's always done when he's nervous. He sighs out a breath, sitting up in the chair and he drops his hands to his lap.

"Do you want to find out what we're having?"

"You mean the sexes of the babies?" I hum excitedly in thought. "I don't know. I kind of like the idea of being surprised on the day when they're born."

"But haven't we had enough surprises already?" he breathes out a laugh and his smile quickly fades because of the serious nature of his question.

"So you want to know?"

He leans in close, holding his hand out for mine and I place my hand in his, "I do. I feel like . . ."

"Go on. Tell me, love. What are you thinking?"

"I feel like I'm already missing out on so much with not being able to see your growing belly and the ultrasounds, that I kind of want us to be the first to know what we're having. After learning of Baby B's condition, I just . . . I just want to know. Like, as its father, I need to know."

I give his hand a little squeeze, "Then let's find out today. Okay?"

"Really? You're sure? I don't want to pressure you."

"Too late. I'm joking, love," I can't help but giggle at his overacting of being offended. "I'm sure. I'm really sure. I actually want to find out because I'm tired of calling them 'it's.'"

"Me, too," he grins and there's a knock at the door.

"Good Morning. Am I interrupting?"

"No, not at all, Dr. Tate. Please come in," I say, repositioning myself in the bed and he walks over to me.

"How are you feeling today?"

"I'm much better than I have been."

"That's good. Any pain?"

I hum in thought, "It's dulled, which I can handle that. I'm uncomfortable, but that's just because of these two little bananas pressing on my organs, which I'm absolutely fine with."