Chapter 4: 18 Weeks & Counting

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By week 18, my life was feeling a bit simpler. I hadn't seen Jai since that night in New York City, though he kept in constant contact. Things were easier that way. We were able to focus on ourselves, and be selfish. Once the baby came, our lives would be all about Jellybean.

"So, what exactly is a gender reveal party?" Miles wandered into my room with a beer in his hand. He sat down on my bed.

"Ummm," I tucked another strand of hair back into a pin. "It's exactly as it sounds, we are going to reveal the gender of Jellybean."

He took a swig of his beer, "But you don't know the gender?"

"Miles, we've been through this. Mae is the only one who knows. This was her idea. She thought it would be fun if everyone could find out together. I think she's just trying to get me excited."

"You're not excited?" He asked me, patting the spot next to him.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. "I'm scared more than anything. What do I know about being a mother?"

"A lot of people don't know the first thing about being a mom, and they end up doing a great job," Miles pointed out.

"But those are the people who wanted the baby. And I'm not saying I don't want Jellybean, I do now. It's just that on one of those dating sites I would have probably checked the "probably not" box next to kids."

"All that matters is that you want the baby now. Besides you're going to be amazing at this."

"How do you know?" I lifted my head to look at him.

He smiled, "You've had a lot of practice with me."

"If my child is anything like you I'm in trouble," I chuckled, and pushed his shoulder.

Miles left me there with my thoughts as Mae texted him with yet another last minute errand. I wasn't worried though about what my child would be like, or that I wouldn't know how to handle their distinct personality. You learn how to work with people and their differences. However, I felt less predictable. While I wanted this child, I was too independent. No one ever relied on me for anything, not even my brother. It was scary to think a few sleepless nights had turned my mother against me, and I didn't want that to happen with myself and my child.

My dark thoughts were pushed back when I heard the sound of my front door creak open. I smiled, feeling his electricity emit through the apartment. Even though, I couldn't see him I knew Jai was there. As I rounded the corner he smiled wide, his eyes drawn to my bump.

"Wow," He said, reaching his hand out towards it.

"You can't really feel anything just yet," I said trying to maneuver his hand to a good spot. "One day I just popped. I woke up and this baby bump was there."

"It looks good on you," He moved his eyes up to look into my own. "If I had known you'd look this cute pregnant, I may have attempted this awhile ago."

I slapped his shoulder chuckling, "You're just seeing me at my best." With my hand I motioned over my neatly curled hair, fresh make-up, and pink sundress.

His lips curved up into a smile, "You know none of that ever mattered to me. So I'm going to stand with my first statement."

Biting my lip, I looked for a quick subject change. "You're in pink."

He looked down at his pale pink button down shirt, "Weren't we supposed to wear the color we thought the gender would be?"

"Yes," I agreed. "But I just didn't know you'd pick a girl. I thought for sure you'd want a little boy."

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