Her and I ✩ Hailee Steinfeld (G!P) ✔️

XLIII

| Hailee's POV |
A/N: y'all won't believe the ending 👀

Today we'd be going into the doctor's to get an ultrasound sound done. Y/N seems more nervous than I am, but I only think that's because I'm ecstatic. I've always wanted a kid and having one with Y/N is even better.

I'm very much a lovesick puppy for her. Jesus.

Packing everything that she may need, I trolled downstairs wearing tan cargo pants, an oversized black shirt with a Santa Cruz design on the back, a letterman jacket thrown over my shoulders as well — I met with my girlfriend who impatiently waited on the couch with Brando in her lap and Martini snuggled beside her thigh.

"All set, baby?" I ask and she stands with a gruff tone.

"Yep." I knew she was being like this because of her hormones — the first clue was when we watched Finding Nemo and Finding Dory, she cried uncontrollably throughout the entire movie. I could never tell if they were genuinely happy or sad tears.

"Alrighty." I sighed, looking to my puppies... as if they could help me from whatever moody storm Y/N unleashes on me. She never purposely does it, I know that, but somehow I always end up in the doghouse. Which means sleeping on the couch. My back is too tired now because of that and I really miss sleeping skin on skin with my girl.

Helping her in the car, I set her belongings in the backseat. I could have somebody drive us but I'm not putting my future wife's life in the responsibility of some puny moron who probably doesn't have a valid license. I can drive and I have one under a fake name since I'm technically on the FBI's watch list. It's whatever.

When we reach the doctor's, I opened the door for Y/N, who graciously stepped out with the help of my hand. She clutched onto me, her hands occasionally squeezing my bicep — something she did when she was silently nervous. I rubbed her back in response to help soothe any nerves.

We wouldn't be finding out the gender just yet, soon maybe, but Y/N talked about having a gender reveal party with our friends and families instead of just being told or opening an envelope.

When we arrived we were called to the back where I helped get Y/N up in the chair she was supposed to be on. My poor girl was waddling so much because of the additional baby weight. She was insecure about it but I found it fucking adorable. I know one thing she is most insecure about will be the stretch marks she'll have after pushing our baby out. I told her that's nothing to be ashamed of (which of course she didn't listen) so I promised to never judge her for them and to always kiss them before going to bed. She didn't think I'd commit to that but I definitely will.

"Alright, I'm going to use this gel on your belly so brave yourself for the coldness." The doctor's slight joke managed to crack a smile on my girlfriend's face as she held my hand gently. I caressed her knuckles with my thumb, kissing her cheek as I sat back in the chair with anticipation. "Ready?"

Y/N nodded her head quietly as the doctor ran the gel along her belly. Y/N jolted a little at the coldness and sudden contact, a small gasp escaping her lips before she relaxed and let the doctor do her thing.

The doctor soon picked up her... I'm not that smart so I have no clue what she has in her hands but she used it to run along my girl's stomach, we all looked up at the black and white monitor angled just above Y/N's head. My girlfriend and I both gasped in unison when the doctor showed us the head of our baby.

"There's the head." She hummed and Y/N and I looked at the monitor in amazement. "Oh... wait." The doctor mumbled, catching a concerned look from Y/N.

"What? What is it?" She quickly asked. I squeezed Y/N's hand to calm her down. The doctor gave us a reassuring smile as she continued to move the thing.

"You see that?" She pointed at the screen, it looked like our baby's head.

"That's the head, right?" I asked, unsure where she was going with this.

The doctor gave me a smile. "Well... that's one of the heads. It looks like you two are having twins!" She clapped her hands excitedly as my jaw dropped. Y/N let out an audible gasp.

"What the fuck?" I questioned together with Y/N, both of us sharing a look of disbelief.