Mariah Oneshots

Maria Maria [pt. 4]

****Olivia's POV****

"Oh, I'm just so excited!!" Mariah squealed, squeezing my hand. We were sitting in the waiting area of the OB/GYN's office, and we were there for Mariah's 20-week checkup. 

"I know! We find out if we're getting a little girl or a little boy today." I grinned, followed by kissing her hand.

"That is, if the little rugrat decides to cooperate this time." I continued, chuckling a little. Dr. Finch was ready to tell us the sex of the baby at the 16-week checkup; however, the baby had other plans. Every time Dr. Finch tried to get a good enough view of the baby, she failed because the fetus was positioned in a weird way.

"I swear, this baby's already being difficult....I think it's a girl." Mariah said.

"Really? Why do you think that?" I questioned.

"Because the baby is already being a little diva!" she giggled in response.

"Well, of course the baby's a diva! I mean, you are the baby's mother." I joked, and she playfully rolled her eyes. Mariah grinned a little harder and pecked my lips, then she sighed as she placed my hand on her swollen stomach.

"I'm really glad that you're gonna raise the baby with me." she stated, stroking the back of my hand with her index finger.

"So am I, love." I replied to her.

"I would like for you to legally be the baby's other mother, Olivia." Mariah blurted out, taking me back a bit.

"L-like you want me to adopt Rugrat?" I questioned, and she nodded.

"Yes....b-but only if you want to. I-I just figured that you should legally adopt the baby s-so that if anything ever happened to me, you'd k-keep the baby." Mariah nervously explained.

"I kn-know that my parents would t-try to take the baby from you....th-they wouldn't want you to raise the baby b-because you're my girlfriend." she continued.

"Wait, I thought your parents didn't know about me yet. I thought that we were going over their place today to tell them...." I said, confused a little by her last statement.

"They know I'm seeing someone, b-but they don't know that you're a woman." Mariah started.

"I guess.....I'm afraid they'll disapprove b-because we are a Catholic family. They'll disapprove of us being together, so that's how I know they would try to t-take the baby from you if something ever happened to me." she continued. I noticed how a look full of fear and worry replaced the beaming smile that was once on her face, so I tucked a couple of stray curls out of her face and rested my hand on her cheek.

"That baby you're carrying is our baby, Mariah....nobody else's but ours. No matter how much your parents may possibly hate me.....no matter how much they may disapprove of our relationship, they could never keep me away from you OR our baby. So yes, I will legally adopt our little rugrat." I told her, making her smile as her eyes glossed over with tears.

"I love you so much, Olivia." she grinned, and I place a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you too, angel." I responded.

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"Ohh, look at this!! Don't you think it's just adorable?!" Mariah squealed, holding each of the outfits in each hand.

"This one has a lot of ruffles on it....I'm not sure if baby girl will be comfortable in it." I answered, playing with the ruffles on the dress in Mariah's right hand.

"And, this little button down vest is cute but....what if baby boy is too fat for it to button up?" I continued, running my fingers across the outfit in her left hand.