Baby Daddy

Chapter 8

"Vernon, are you ready to go?" I ask, standing next to the door checking the time on my phone. I really don't want to be late for my appointment.

"Can you hold on, like for two seconds" it's more of a statement than a question. "I'm gonna go wait in the car" I say with an attitude.

This is one of the moments I will ever actually thank my parents. I start my car up that got sent to me last week and turn on the music.

It's been ten minutes and I'm ready to go. I start to reverse my car when Vernon taps on the door. "What the hell Kylie, I told you I was coming." He rolls his eyes at me. I swear to God this bitch better quit his fucking shit.

I stay quiet and begin to drive off again. When we get to the hospital I don't wait for Vernon to get out of the car, I just walk to the lobby, sign in, and sit down. He comes in two minutes later looking more pissed than earlier.

"What the fuck is your problem Kylie?" That's it.

"My problem? My fucking problem? My fucking problem is that you've been acting like a dick lately and I hate it. You think it's fun staying home all day? You think I love the fact that you ignore me even when we're at home and no one can see us? And then you have to come and give me attitude? What the fuck did I do to you? You think I want to be carrying your child?" I whisper yell at him. If looks could kill he'd be dead.

I instantly regret the last sentence that comes out of my mouth when Vernon looks as if he's just been stabbed in the chest. "I'm.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn-"

"Forget about it" He cuts me off. "For Kylie Velasquez" The nurse yells out. This time Vernon walks off before me. "It's actually pronounced Velasqwez" he whispers to the nurse. I ignore it because there's no use in correcting him right now.

"Okay Kylie can you lay down on the chair for me?" The nurse smiles once we get into the room. I hop onto the chair and lay back. "The doctor will be in with you shortly." She informs us then leaves.

We sit in silence till the doctor comes. I decide to break it "What do you want the gender of the baby to be?" Vernon looks up at me slowly. There's still hurt in his eyes. "Are you bipolar or something?" He asks. Are you fu- No. No. No. No. "I am just trying to start a damn conversation because I don't want it to be awkward in here. I don't want us to be fighting when we find out the gender of our baby" I spat.

"I don't know. I don't really care honestly." He answers my previous question. "Well I think I want a boy. But I'd be happy with a girl." I smile, rubbing my belly. "

"Hello, how are you two today?" My doctor comes in smiling. "We're great" I lie. "Okay can you lift up your shirt for me? I'm going to put some lubricating jelly on your stomach so we can start the ultrasound. It might be a little cold." I do as the doctor says and look at Vernon.

I'm guessing he gets the message because he stands up from where he's been sitting and holds my hand. "Okay are you excited to find out if your baby's a boy or girl?" She asks both of us. We just nod as an answer.

She moves the thick pen shaped object around the bottom half of my stomach and stares at the monitor next to the chair.

"Okay" she moves the monitor so that both me and Vernon can see it. "Right here-she points at the screen- is the vagina. Congratulations you're going to have a girl" she smiles. I squeeze Vernon's hand extra tight.

"Ohmygosh" I laugh and he kisses me on the lips also laughing. "I love you" we say in unison. "Alright, well your girl seems to be healthy" she says still moving the stick around my stomach.

"Now, do yall want to hear the heartbeat?" It's a no brainer. "Of course" Vernon answers for me.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. The sound surrounds us in the room and it makes me want to cry. Like this is it. It sounds like music to my ears.

On our way home Vernon gets a phone call that says he has to go into the studio. Well it was good while it lasted I think to myself. I drop him off over there and head to the apartment.

I can't believe I'm having a baby girl.