lavender blessings

confirmation

⭐️ to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world ⭐️

month: 6th

I was pretty excited for today; today was the day we were going to find out the baby's gender. Turns out we only have one baby, but Tom and I were okay with that. Plus, I think Tom would get pretty attached to the twins, especially if they were still inside me.

As I woke up from my cat nap, I slowly stretched my arms and I went to put on a black shirt, and over that I put on a red flannel. I slipped on black sweat pants since my regular black jeans will not fit me at this point. My tummy was more round than usual, and even though my morning sickness went away, my cravings remained.

"Come on, Tord! We have an appointment at 3 and it's already 12!" Tom yelled, wanting to be early.

"Hold on!" I whined, brushing my hair.

Tom groaned, and then I heard him come out the stairs. I was still fixing myself up, and soon enough I felt his arms go around me. I squealed a bit, and he giggled.

"Okay, I'll wait a bit," Tom finally succumbed to me.

"Yey!" I squeaked.

Soon I hummed, then I finished brushing my hair. I went to get my shoes (which I could do) but, I couldn't bend down to put them on myself unless I wanted to crunch the baby. So I looked over at Tom, and I didn't even have to speak because he went right to it.

"Thank you," I breathed out.

"No problem, honey," he replied, then coming up to kiss me softly.

I guess I got too into the kiss because I didn't let go until I wanted air. As I pulled away, I panted and so did he.

"Maybe.... Maybe we can have a bit of fun before we go?" I asked quietly.

Tom then smirked. "Sure."

--

I panted as soon as it was over. We had a great make out session and I feel better already. But, my hair was messed up! That was bullshit!!! But I didn't complain.

Tom came up, and he looked so good oh my god (I still can't believe I'm carrying one of his babies). He was like James Dean, and was as radiant as the sunset. He was just... Perfect. I don't even like that word, but it fits him.

"Come on, honey, we're going to be late!" Tom groaned.

"Fine," I whined. "But on one condition."

"What would that be?"

"... Carry me to the car, please."

--

As soon as we made it to the doctors and scheduled the appointment from there, I was filled with apprehension. I sat in the waiting room of pregnant people. I didn't want Tom to sit with me, so he was over by the window reading a magazine.

There were little children in every corner of my eye. A lot of them, and that's what made me apprehensive. Was I expected to have multiple children? Could I be able to?

But then, a little boy came up to me, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Why are you so fat?" He asked.

What would be the most logical thing to do? Yell at him, punch him or tell him the truth? I wasn't sure so I kept quiet, but then his mother gave the boy the glare.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized.

"It's... It's okay," I sighed.

"Tord Larsson!" A nurse called out for me, finally ending this awkward conversation with a brat.

I slowly got up and made my way into the room. The pregnant people looked at me like I was shitting lobsters or something.

But once I realized Tom was not here, I had to admit I got a little scared. He was always there for me so when he was not there with me, I felt vulnerable.

"Alright Mr. Larsson, I'm gonna need you to lift up your shirt to found out the baby's sex," the nurse said, kinda surprising me that she didn't use "gender."

I did pull up my shirt, but I felt so embarrassed. "B-But... Can my boyfriend be in here please?"

"Sure," she said, then went out to get Tom.

A few seconds later Tom came in and, he went by my side. I held his hand tightly; he held just as tight. I sighed in relief and didn't feel much embarrassed. Soon, the nurse got back to what she was doing.

"Careful now," she said, "this gel is going to be a little cold."

As she applied the gel on my tummy, I shivered. She was wrong, it wasn't a little cold, it was fucking cold. But my eyes darted to the screen and there, I could see our unborn child. Our baby.

"Wow, Mr. Larsson. Looks like your little bundle of joy is..."

"Is what?" I asked, anticipating her response.

"... A boy, well, for now at least." She smiled.

My heart raced and my smile was pretty big. Inside me was a little boy, and I couldn't be any happier. I looked over at Tom, and he was so excited to see the news.

"We're having a boy," I confirmed, wanting to touch my stomach but I couldn't.

"I know, damn we got to think of baby names," Tom replied.

"Wait I have a good one," I responded. "But I'll say it at home."

"That's fine."

⭐️

"Jared," I stated, as I was reading a pregnancy book whilst sitting next to Tom.

It was roughly nighttime and I was kinda tired but, I stayed.

"Jared? That's... That's a really good name, actually," Tom replied, smiling.

"T-Thanks."

Tom bent down and gently kissed my lips. "But... I'm picking out the middle name."

"Only fair enough," I agreed.

"I always wanted... King for a boy's name, but it works just as fine as a middle name."

"Oooh, King. Sounds fancy, and how you'll probably treat the kid," I retorted, sticking out my tongue.

"Well I treat you like a spoiled princess so shut up," he retorted back.

"Oh, it's on!"

"As if you can catch me!"

But I did catch him, and and as soon as I did, it turned into an exhilarating make out session.