You can supply love in the same way you demand it. There can be too much, or not enough. Yet, when it meets in the perfect middle - the equilibrium - there's nothing more fulfilling.
Amelia Claxton is the epitome of a perfect student. Top of her cl...
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AMELIA CLAXTON SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2021
The alarm on my phone is the first thing I hear this morning. The sun is peeking through my blinds, giving my room a subtle golden glow. I sit up from my pillow and do that dramatic stretchーthe one you see in moviesーmeaning I've woken up in a good mood.
Our baby's sex is learned today. Not by us, of course, but still.
Today is going to be a good day.
Harry is going to swing by my apartment to pick me up for the ultrasound. Since it's just on plan to do an ultrasound and routine diagnostics, nothing crazy... I wear a simple t-shirt and flared yoga pants.
While putting on a light amount of makeup, I hear a loud knock come from the front door of our apartment. I coat my other eye with mascara quickly and make my way out of my room to the entrance.
I open the door to see a smiling Harry in the doorway. He's in the same fashion as me, comfy and casual. He's sporting a backwards cap again and a feeling inside at the pit of my stomach comes over me. I can't deny that he doesn't look very attractive, even very dad-esque. With a shake of my thoughts, I tell him to stay put for a moment, just so I can grab my purse. He stays exactly where I found him when I get back, a smile still evident on his face.
We walk to the elevator of my building and on the way down, Harry breaks the silence. "Are you ready for this?"
I shrug, but then nod my head. "I think finding out the sex away from the doctor's office is going to be more anxiety inducing than today's appointment." Harry just chuckles and nods his head.
Once we get onto the street, there's a black car parked right in front of the building. Max, Harry's driver, is standing beside the back door of the car, greeting me with a smile. I exchange small, kind pleasantries with him before we scoot into the back seat.
Once the car takes off, I look down at Harry's hands in his lap. His nails are painted as usual, but with a slight flex of his fingers, I notice there is more than one color painted. This is typical with him, all different colors atop his nails. However, I know this is not a coincidence, considering the significance of what we are on the way to do.
"I like your nails," I compliment. He flexes his fingers again, showing off the pretty hues on his hands.
He grins in reply and says, "I thought you would."
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