Chapter 20: Fresh Regrets, Vodka Sweats

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Chapter 20: Fresh Regrets, Vodka Sweats


Mia's POV

A couple weeks later, Andy and I were back at the doctor for my gender scan. I was hoping to be able to find out the gender today so that I could share the news with my family at Christmas next week. Appointments are always awkward with Andy because we just sit silently in the waiting room. Andy's offer on the house got approved, so he's hoping to be able to close on the house and get moved in before he leaves for tour. 

He's already got Claire and I tickets for their LA show at the end of January. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of excited to see him perform. I've really grown to like his music and watching his concerts on TV, they look so fun. I'm also nervous because I'll be meeting the rest of his band. He told me that he told his band about us, but I don't know exactly what he's told them. I'm sure his wingman, CC, knows more than the rest since he was actually there the night we met.

"Mia Palmer," the nurse called. We stood up and I went through the normal routine of getting weighed and being led to a room. She asked me the usual questions and took my vitals. Instead of giving me a paper dress to wear, I was just instructed to get undressed from the waist down and lay on the bed with the sheet covering me. Somehow, that made me more uncomfortable than wearing the gown.

Andy stepped out of the room while I took off my jeans and underwear. I piled them on a chair and then got back in the bed, draping the sheet over my lap. I called Andy back in and he sat on the chair next to me. It wasn't long before the ultrasound tech came in. 

"Lift your shirt please," she said and I did, revealing my growing bump. It's near impossible to hide my bump as this point, so I'm not sure how Christmas is going to work out. I don't really want to just show up at the airport, toting my pregnant belly. The tech squeezed some gel onto my stomach and moved the transducer around. I looked at the screen, seeing the familiar image of my baby on the screen. I smiled and waited anxiously for her to announce the gender. 

"Would you like to know the gender your baby?" the tech asked, Andy and I both nodding. "You guys are having a baby girl," she said. My smile grew bigger as I imagined myself with a little girl, like my sister. I looked over at Andy and he was swiping away tears, a smile bigger than mine on his face. The tech gave me a towel to wipe off my stomach and left the room.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Andy, even though I already knew his answer from the smile on his face.

"I've always wanted a little girl," he said shyly. I smiled and held out my hand. He placed his hand in mine and I gave it a small squeeze. I let go of his hand and he let it rest on the table. My doctor walked in, talked to me for a bit, gave me an exam, and then left. Andy followed her out so that I could get redressed. Once I had all of my things, I met up with Andy in the hallway and went back to the waiting room. I made my next appointment and then we left, Andy walking me to my car.

"You're really happy that you're getting a daughter?" I questioned.

"Very happy. I've always imagined myself having a daughter, you know, daddy's little girl. Someone to take care of and defend and spoil the shit out of," he said with a slight chuckle.

"I just figured most guys wanted a son," I shrugged.

"Are you kidding me? I was a boy, we're fucking terrifying. I know I put my parents' through hell at some points of my childhood."

"You were a boy? What does that mean?" I laughed.

"Now, I'm a man," he said, making his voice gruffer since it couldn't go much lower. I rolled my eyes with another laugh.

"Goodbye Andy, have a great Christmas and a great tour," I said, opening my car door.

"Bye Mia, have a Merry Christmas," he responded as I got into my car. I turned on my car as he started walking to his car.

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