We're Just Friends

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"So, do you want to know the sex of the baby?" Doctor Kyle asked. Sofia covered my mouth with her finger.

"Yes, we have enough secrets and surprises involved with this pregnancy." Sofia raised her eyebrows at me. I shrugged and laid down. My mood had shifted. I felt like a whale, I was no longer horny...we'll unless I saw a picture of Chris. But all in all I felt like an uncomfortable blob. My appetite wasn't changing, so at least the yoga was keeping me limber and in my weight range.

"Whatever, just call Chris and let him know." I covered my eyes with my arm while she did the sonogram. I thought about last night's dream. It didn't even get me off. It was so fluffy and sweet I woke up frustrated. Chris is a well known Disney nerd, I happened to share that trait with him. I dreamed that we went to Disney World, we rode all the rides, we held hands, and we kissed during the fireworks. Ugh, syrupy as fuck. He could've at least banged me on a dark ride or something. Maybe tonight....

"Yeah, she's moody as Hell though. I'm considering hiring an old priest and young priest to have a look at her. Yeah, okay. He wants to talk to you." I held my hand out to Sofia.

"What?"

"Stop being a bitch and tell me what it is." Chris laughed. Of course I got all warm and fuzzy hearing his voice. I uncovered my eyes and looked at the doctor.

"The baby stretched for me so it's a pretty clear picture. You are having a girl, Miss Alysa."

"Awww." Sofia cooed and looked at the monitor. Chris heard and passed the word on to someone else with him, probably Scar and Seb.

"Name it Natasha!"

"Name it Seba...lina!"

"No, no, name it Christine, Brady, Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Aurora!" All three of them were talking over each other. The last one was obviously Chris

"Harley?" Sofia put in.

"That is a long ass name, so no. I'll talk to you all later."

"Sofia, let us know when the shower is!" Someone yelled as I hung up. I smiled a bit, a girl huh? Aurora...Aurora Dalton. Aurora Christine Dalton. Aurora Christine Evans...woah, one too far.

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Third trimester, April, I'm starting to feel like Sofia's joke about an exorcism is not entirely out of the question. I have been short tempered with everyone, no one escapes my wrath. I apologize a few minutes later. I was never that meek and mild before, but confrontations were not my favorite thing. Chris and Natalie came back to California for a few weeks. Normally Chris would be holed up in Boston already, but he had to move her in and he wanted to be near me and the kid. The little traitor actually kicked on his command now. I was sitting with my feet propped up on his coffee table. Sofia, Henry, and I had come over for dinner. Natalie had cooked, she was making herself comfortable.

"Okay tough girl, let's go." Chris almost had his mouth on my swollen, watermelon-like belly.

"Christopher! She's asleep and if it was your bladder and ribs she was kicking you'd leave her the fuck alone!" He poked my stomach. "Goddamn it." I grumbled. The baby kicked at the spot where he poked me.

"This is just the best game ever." He poked another spot, she kicked. He poked another spot, I kicked. He fell off the coffee table laughing. He got up and sat in a chair. Henry went to poke my stomach and Sofia grabbed his wrist.

"I wouldn't, she bites."

"Yikes...so what's your policy on kids Sof? Or, um, can I expect you to be more docile when you're pregnant?" Henry put his arm around her and making a face at me. I threw an ice cube at him.