Seven Minutes in Heaven ✗ jimmy fallon

13. Ultrasound

11 weeks later

It's been about three months since Jimmy and I found out that I was pregnant. Ever since Jimmy put his foot down about us having a child, I wasn't as anxious as I was the last time. I was actually...excited about having a baby. Of course, I'm not looking forward to pushing a human out of my vagina, but you know, what can you do about it?

I still haven't told my parents that I was pregnant; mostly because I didn't really know how to tell them. For all they know, they can murder me and sacrifice my body to giraffes or something. Every time I was around them, I was tempted to tell them, but I could never get it out of my throat.

Marion and Daniella knew about the pregnancy, and because we were excited, they were excited, which is rare.

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"My stomach feels so weird, like, feel it," I held out my vaguely-growing stomach so Marion, Daniella and Jimmy could feel it.

"Uh..." Marion grimaced. "No thank you."

"What?! It's just a baby!" Daniella told her. She put her hands on my stomach, looking at the ceiling as her face morphed to amazement. "Wow."

"I know!" I squealed. "We have to get an ultrasound in about a week or so, and maybe we'll found out the gender," I wrapped my arms around Jimmy's neck.

"Ehh...you know. I don't really wanna find out the sex of the baby until it's born," Jimmy murmured.

I glared at him playfully. "Why?"

"Because, like, I want it to be a surprise, y'know," Jimmy flashed me a grin. "What're you hoping for?"

"I'on know. Twins...maybe," I said slowly.

"Twins?" All three of them said in unison. I laughed and nodded.

"Well, I hope you have a girl, so we can take her shopping with her Aunt Marion and her...Aunt Dani," Marion draped an arm around Daniella's shoulder. They were so cute together.

I smiled, glancing at all of them. "This little baby is gonna have the best family in the world."

They all smiled back at me as Jimmy kissed my forehead.

As if on cue, my mother walked in the door. "Hey guys, watcha up to?" She asked once she approached us.

"Nothing," I started to feel tense. Should I tell her?

Have you told your parents your pregnant? Daniella mouthed.

No, I mouthed back.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing my arm and leading me to the kitchen, where my mother was putting away groceries.

"Mrs. Pelletier," She turned around and smiled at us. "Noel has to tell you something."

I could hear Marion and Jimmy walk next to us, starting to look tense.

"Uh..." I didn't know how to put this. I fidgeted with my fingers as I lowered my eyes, trying to calm myself. All of a sudden, I felt happy. I was happy and me and Jimmy were having a baby, and I wasn't going to let my overprotective parents change that. I straightened my back, flashing a confident smile. "I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with Jimmy's baby," I said straightforwardly.

My mother looked at me, utterly perplexed. "What?"

"Yup."

"Noel, you're 19-years-old, what is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?" I snapped. "There is nothing wrong with me. I am an adult, and I get to make my own decisions. And I may live under your roof, but not for long."