* 7 months later*
Rose's POV
Being pregnant has its advantages honestly. I've been relaxing, Christopher said not to stress my self. I'm getting really big. And Christopher works 24/7. He's been getting late calls and stuff.
Right now me and shane are waiting to be called into the doctors office. We going to find out the gender of the baby.
"Rose" she doctor said. I got up with Shane and we followed her to the back.
"Okay, can you lay on this please and lift up your shirt." The doctor ordered. I did as told. Then she put a blue jell on my stomach
"Okay, look at your baby." She said I looked at the screen and smiled.
"It looks like your baby is a.... girl. Congratulations." She said. I smiled so hard. I'm having a baby girl. Shane was so happy.
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We got something to eat. Then we went home cause I stared to get tired.
After my nap i got up, i took a nice warm shower. After my shower I went back into my room and got dress. Christopher came in and kissed my lips.
"Baby guess what," I said to him with a big smile on my face.
"What?" He answered.
"No guess," I told him. He chuckled.
"Ummm.. you could touch your toes?" He questioned. I shook my head.
"We are having a girl!" I said to him. He had a big smile on his face.
"Dead ass?" He asked.
"I'm so dead ass. Look at the paper." I handed him the paper. He smiled and give me a hug and a kiss.
"Damn, we could go out to eat tonight," he said and I nodded.
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After we came back from olive garden I was super tired. Christopher was showering and I was laying on the bed on my phone. I heard his phone receive a text message. I looked at it.
Brittany: thxs for da help😉
I wonder what she needed help with. I just shrugged it off and continue scrolling threw Facebook.
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