His Armored Heart

Chapter Forty-Three

The next few weeks were uneventful, but the day of their next appointment had finally come. Tony was up early, too excited to sleep. Today, they would finally know the gender of their child.

Bree giggled as Tony paced their bedroom while she got dressed for the day. "Honey, you're going to wear a hole in the carpet."

"I'll have it replaced." Tony chuckled. "What does your gut tell you? Boy or girl?" He asked, acting like her answer would be a big hint at the surprise.

"I really don't know," Bree replied. "I would be happy either way though."

"As would I. I just thought maybe you might be feeling one way or the other." Tony shrugged. "Do you want breakfast?"

"I'm a little nauseated this morning," she admitted. "But maybe half a bagel?"

"Do you need your pills?" Tony asked, willing to get them from the bathroom if she did.

"I..." Bree sighed as she felt bile rise in her throat. "Please."

Tony hurried off to the bathroom and back to Bree only a minute later with the pill she needed. "Here, honey."

Bree turned and took the pill, taking it with a drink of water from the bottle on the bedside table. "Thank you."

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" Tony offered.

"No, I'm okay," she replied, letting the pill do its job.

"Do you want your bagel up here, or are you ready to go downstairs?"

"We can go down," Bree answered, giving him a smile.

Tony offered Bree his hand so he could help her. "Is May still coming to the appointment as well?" He asked since that had been mentioned at one point.

"I'm not sure. I know Peter has a thing at his school today," Bree answered as she stood and they left the bedroom.

"I guess we will just have to wait and see." Tony shrugged. He led them from the hallway and down to the kitchen.

"Do we have orange juice?" Bree asked as she sat at the kitchen island.

"Coming right up." Tony answered. He quickly worked to pour her a glass of orange juice and make her bagel. When he was finished, he served her a small breakfast.

"Thank you." Bree drank half of her glass easily before she began eating her bagel.

"Do you want a refill?" Tony offered as he added a small dab of butter to his slice of toast.

She shook her head. "I'm okay."

"Is there anything else I can make for you? Is the medicine working yet?" Tony asked, going overboard in his efforts to take care of her and baby.

Bree chuckled softly as she licked cream cheese from her lips. "I'm okay, Tony. The medicine's kicked in and the little one is in my ribs."

"Closer to your heart." Tony pointed out.

"It is," she agreed then winced. "But the kicks hurt."

Tony stepped closer and gently caressed her swollen belly. "Easy little one." He said softly.

Bree watched as the baby kicked outward at Tony's hand. "Sassy little thing."

"Indeed. I think we will have our hands full with this one." Tony chuckled proudly.

"This one?" She teased.

"Well, it's certainly not a different one." Tony chuckled. "There's also no guarantee this will be our only child."