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quince

December 13, 2010

Catalina snuggled deeper into Fernando's warm chest, enamored by the way it seemed that their bodies were fit for each other. As she opened her eyes, she was met with his incredibly handsome face.

His long chestnut hair framed his countenance, long eyelashes fluttering lightly against his pale skin. The long stay in Liverpool took away his tan, but that only outlined his sharp cheekbones and defined jawline more.

The first trimester was over, and she no longer had to run in the mornings to the toilet and barf her head out. Instead, she usually woke up earlier than Fernando and spent the hour staring at her boyfriend of three months or so. And it was such a fine sight to stare at. Catalina started to try and count his freckles, but she lost count after the 865th one.

Fernando mumbled a few words in his sleep, his strong arms pulling her even closer to him. She came face to face with his freckled torso, and started drawing lines on his six-pack. One thing she grew accustomed to about Fernando was that he always slept shirtless.

Staring at his plump rosy lips, she sighed as she realized that it was impossible to have picked a more beautiful man.

He shifted a bit, and Catalina stole that opportunity to pull him down by his hair and press a loving kiss to his lips. He smiled breathtakingly, and she finally saw those eyes she fell madly in love with.

"Mi amor," he sighed happily, bending down a bit to kiss her swollen belly. He still couldn't comprehend the fact that they were having a baby together; one night of pleasure seemed to grant them a lifetime of happiness.

"Hola, whoever you are, you are loved by your mamí and your papí," he whispered against her skin, "You're gonna get everything you've ever wanted, and I will protect you and your madre at all costs."

Catalina's eyes welled with tears, and she knew that even if she wasn't a hormonal wreckage, she would've still teared up at his beautiful words.

He carefully guided her off the bed to her wardrobe, aiding her with picking an outfit, for today was the day they would find out the gender of the baby.

Fernando had been an absolute sweetheart since the beginning of her pregnancy, and that only showed Catalina how deeper she was falling.

Once she was laying on Dr.Melissa's bed, he made sure to stick by her side and hold her hand tight, even when the strikingly cold gel was applied.

"Do you know where to look?" asked Melissa.

They shook their head, not able to make a head or tail out of the sonar.

Pointing with her finger, Melissa showed them their growing blob that seemed to have more defined features.

"How do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" Fernando asked in his starstruck trance.

The girls looked at him as if he was dumb, with Catalina speaking up sarcastically, "Oh I don't know, how do you know that you're a guy?"

He smirked, "I'm sure you could tell the doctor, pretty sure you of all people would kn—"

"Oh my God, Nando!" she squirmed under his stare, focusing on the sonogram instead.

Zooming in a tad bit more, she gasped as she started sniffling, "Fernando, we're having a girl."

Fernando himself was to busy staring with love and joy to say anything; all he managed was, "Mi princesa."

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