Our Tomorrow, Intertwined (COMPLETE)

Chapter Eighteen: Pregnancy

Chapter Eighteen: Pregnancy

Erin and Maine squealed at the image on the ultrasound monitor. A speck, almost like a small nugget, could be seen from a bunch of black and white stuff on the screen. The Ob-Sonologist confirmed Hyacinth's pregnancy.

"Congratulations, Mr. Bismarck. Ms. Sinclair."

Max smiled at Erin while pointing at the tiny lump on the monitor. "That's you, kiddo."

The Ob-Sonologist gave them a questioning look. The poor doctor must've overheard Max's statement and is now confused about what he was talking about.

"Erin—I mean, the baby is super tiny." Maine Bismarck sighed dreamily. "I want my own baby, too!"

The doctor printed the results and the ultrasound image while the entire Bismarck family chatted about baby clothes and the brand of diapers. Max suggested a brand of diapers that Maine used when his sister was a baby. He said that Maine didn't have rashes with the diaper brand.

Maine suggested shopping for girl clothes, even if the doctor said that they didn't know the gender of the baby yet. Maine answered the doctor with, "I have a gut feeling it's gonna be a girl. Stop entering the family's discussion, doctor."

Hyacinth smiled as the doctor snorted at Maine, definitely annoyed by the young woman's disrespectful answer. Before the doctor chastises Maine, Max raised a hand to silence the doctor. The sight caused Hyacinth's blood to boil. Max is being an ass by indulging his sister to be disrespectful to someone older than her.

"Maine, apologize to Dr. Lowell. She's gonna be my Ob-Sonologist during my pregnancy and she's stating facts. We don't know the baby's gender, right?"

Maine bit her lower lip, realizing that Hyacinth is hinting that only the Bismarcks knew of the baby's gender. "I'm sorry, Dr. Lowell."

The doctor's face lit up. "Apology accepted, Ms. Bismarck." Then, the doctor asked them to leave the room so that they can have privacy.

Maine went to Hyacinth's side, followed by Max and Erin. "How are you feeling? Can you feel Erin kicking in your stomach?"

She answered Maine by shaking her head. Max stood in front of her and regarded her with a smile that almost melted her spine. "Are you feeling well? Do you have cravings? According to the internet, pregnant women have cravings and they tend to sleep a lot and get tired easily."

Oh, he even researched for her and the baby's sake! How sweet of him.

"I will be fine, thank you."

Max's brows furrowed. "Are you supposed to be standing on a cold floor? You need to wear your shoes."

Hyacinth rolled her eyes. The draconian Maximillian Bismarck will be the cause of her stress. "I will be fine," she assured him once again but, this time, it was in a firm voice.

"You should stay in my ancestral house in Trudor Square. Remember the place? It's peaceful there and you'll have a personal maid to tend to your needs. We moved there a week ago for Erin. And, there's also a nutritionist—"

She lifted her hands as a sign of helplessness. "Woah! We're moving too fast. First, demanding me to marry you. Second, dictating me about where should I live and what should I eat. I'm not a robot, Bismarck."

Erin and Maine excused themselves and immediately stormed outside the room to give them some privacy.

Hyacinth was about to continue her tirade when Max spoke. "Sorry."

She was dumbfounded. Did he just...?

"I forgot that these tactics won't work on you. Well, consider every single thing I dictate as suggestions from now on. You are free to say 'no' and I respect your decisions. You know that, right?"