Greetings Trilogy: Book One
Originally Known As: The Surrogate
Book description:
Rosalynna Dominguez was living a regular life until one visit to the Gynecologist changed her life into something different, causing her to become pregnant and have to...
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Four Months and Twenty - Seven Days Pregnant
"Are you ready for the gender?" Rosalynna asks she jumps up as Nurse Lisa calls us back.
"Yeah." She always seems more excited for these appointments than I am, even though I was the one who wanted the baby. I was eventually going to have to tell Victoria about the surrogacy but I had so much going on that, that almost seemed impossible to me. The longer I keep it away the more it will hurt when she finds out. Part of me wonders if that might speed up the process of her leaving, which, to be honest, might not be the worst thing. Call me petty but, everything I've been through with her just sets me off thinking about it.
"Let's see what those three rascals are up to in there." Dr. Cronin says as he enters the room sitting across from Rosalynna, who's happily settled on the exam table.
"Three?" I question a bit confused, I look towards Rosalynna who whispers an "oops", I raise my eyebrows, "Why didn't you tell me, that's an important detail to leave out."
She rolls her eyes at me, "Well I wouldn't know it was important with how much you show up to appointments Ricardo." Rosalynna grunts out, "And I did tell you, shows how much you pay attention."
"I have been to a lot of appointments," I respond.
"Oh come on Jaxon has been to more appointments than you have." She retorts and not before adding, "And no I'm not sorry for saying it because it's true." I scoff at her words getting kind of offended. Dr. Cronin clears his throat and begins to speak but all I hear is jumbled words.
I mean maybe she was right, so I just sat there not responding to her or listening. I wanted to say something, I held my tongue because Dr. Cronin was there, and I probably would have said something that was a low blow. Have you ever had that moment where you're in an argument or disagreement and instead of voicing it you go over everything you could say in your head? It's like having a conversation in your own head. I would have mentioned that he broke up with her and hasn't even tried to talk to her in three days. How she'd try to make a stitch effort to speak to him by waving or saying hi and he'd just drive away after dropping Ian off. She spoke with me about this for days in her haze of needing attention. Or I could have mentioned that she sought out people's attention so much that she would still be with a psychopath if I hadn't reminded her she could go to jail for breach of contract or him breaking up with her. If it weren't for me she'd be sitting there crying having to cover her bruises up with makeup.
I'm sitting on an uncomfortable chair, staring intently as Dr. Cronin glides the fetal probe over Rosalynna's exposed stomach. The room was silent until the thumping of the baby's heartbeat resonated in the room, louder than I expected. Two extra heartbeats sound through the room, I hadn't noticed that in previous recordings of the baby. Maybe I would have noticed had I paid attention. "It looks like everything is okay." Dr. Cronin announces, as he pauses the ultrasound to print out pictures. "Would you like to know the gender today?" I steal a glance at Rosalynna, her eyes are wide with anticipation, and I can't help but smile at her excitement.
"Yes." I quickly respond, but Rosalynna chimes in, "No."
Dr. Cronin, sensing the mixed emotions, proposes a compromise, "How about this? I put it into an envelope and you can do with it as you please." Dr. Cronin says, "The ultrasound is labeled with Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C so then you'll know which is which alright. I'll be right back."
As the doctor exits, I turn to Rosalynna, eager to hear her thoughts, "What do you think the babies are?"
"Look who's excited now," She mutters, wiping the gel off her stomach and pulling her shirt down. "I think it's going to be all boys."
"I think it's going to be at least one girl," I reply, stepping towards her, "Can I?" I motion toward her stomach, and she lifts her shirt again, granting me access to touch her bare bump. Placing my hands on the sides of her stomach two kicks respond against my palms.
"Ricky you can't tell gender from touching my stomach."
"Wanna bet?"
"What? No," she says as I remove my hands.
"Sore loser," I say smugly, heading back to sit down.
"You know what, let's bet then. I think it's all boys."
"Well, I think there are two boys and one girl."
I smile as she rolls her eyes, and we make a playful wager. "What does the winner get?"
"If I win, you owe me Starbucks since you've never been," I say smiling.
"Isn't that more for me?" She questions, her laughter filling the room.
"Hey, I didn't say it had to be for me." I say raising my hands up in my defense, "If you win I'll do whatever you want for a week."
"Deal." She says reaching her hand towards me to shake, "What has my life come to?" She shakes her head as she laughs softly when Dr. Cronin enters the room.
He then hands me the envelope, "You can sign for your next appointment at the front desk as usual."
"Thanks, Dr. Cronut," I say jokingly as Rosalynna gets up from the exam table.
She laughs, even snorts when she catches on to my joke, "I should've thought of that."
"I've heard that one, enjoy your results, and have a good day you two." He says even chuckling a little himself at my joke. The door closes behind him, and Rosalynna and I begin to leave the hospital.
