(Brooklyn P.O.V.)
"Tyler." I yell in to the phone.
"What?"
"We get to see our baby today!"
I am so excited.
"Why yes we do. I am very excited." Tyler says.
"So, my car or your's?"
"Uh, which one do you want to take?"
"Mine. I am leaving the house now." I say.
"Bye."
"Bye." I say, hanging up the phone.
I drive over to Tyler's. I love to drive.
"Hurry up." I whine.
Do I have to get up and drag his ass into this car?
I guess I do.
I step out of the car, and go knock on the door.
"Brooklyn, hi." Skyler says. "Let me guess. You are here to draw Tyler sorry ass out of the house?"
"I literally could not phrase that any better." I say.
"Come in."
"Same place he always is."
I walk to his room.
"Tyler, get your butt out of bed. We have an appointment."
"I know. We were talking."
Tyler steps out of bed fully dressed.
"Do you sleep in the clothes you wear every day?"
"No, that is nasty. I was just taking a nap."
"Dude. Get in the car." I say.
At times, Tyler is an asshole. This is one of those times.
"Ok, let's go."
At the Drs. Office
No open seats? Really?
Oh, there is one there.
"Do you want to sit on my lap?" Tyler asks.
"Sure." I say, sitting on his lap.
"Ugh. This is taking too much time." I say.
I pullout my phone and check snapchat.
"Um, sorry. I am like thirty, and I am two months pregnant. Can you move so I can have that chair?"
"Um, excuse me? I probably about twice as pregnant as you are. And, there is six open chairs over there that were not open when we got here."
Never ask a pregnant woman to get up.
"Bitch." She mutters under her breath as she walked away.
"Rivers Fitz baby?" A nurse announces.
We stand up and walk over to the room.
"Wait room crowded?" She asks, laughing.
"You have no idea." I say.
"Alright. I am Dr. Greene. I will be your doctor throughout the pregnancy. So, when did you conceive the baby?"
"Uh, June 23rd." I say.
"So, when did you realize you were pregnant?"
"Two weeks ago. This was the first time that we got in."
"Okay. I am going to do some measurements and then we can see the baby."
Dr. Greene measures my body.
"Okay, time to see the baby."
She rubs some blue creme on to my stomach.
"Would you like to know the genders?" She asks.
"Wait, genders? As in plural?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah. Twins!"
"Sure, let's learn." Tyler says.
"There are twin girls. They are in the same placenta, so they are identical."
"Okay, thanks! Now we need to think of another name."
