A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 29

I have to admit that it was true. My prenatal appointment felt awful. I felt lonely and sad that Max wasn't with me. It was too late for reproaches and getting angry at him for missing it when it was clearly on his calendar.

Deep down I felt a pang of guilt. I pushed him to make the choice to not show up with the way I've been acting.

For a week I had been giving him the cold shoulder.  I was just so angry with him for keeping me in the dark about the merger and my dads health that I was blinded to the fact that he did it to protect me. No matter how he went about it, he wasn't selfishly thinking about himself. He was thinking about me. Our family.

I realized it when I sat silently at my dads side during my visits with him. He thought of us in the event of something happening to him. He wanted us settled and taken care of in his absence. He wanted Max to be at the helm of it all because he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect what was his.

And I realized it at the precise moment the warm gel was placed on my abdomen and the image of our child appeared on the screen at my side. On instinct as my tears fell down my cheek as I watched our baby move and heard the strong heart beat, I turned to my side and remembered he wasn't there.

Reality shook me quick. The memory of what I went through with Miliana came back to me. I want him with me every step of the way with this pregnancy. Who was I kidding? knowing him, and that dominant side of him, he would show up for the delivery ready for the fight of his life to see his child being born.

That thought alone warmed me up like nothing could.

"Would you like to know the sex of the baby," Dr. Vassants voice pulled me away from my musings.

I drew in a deep breath, unable to speak through this emotional moment.

I smiled and nodded.

She adjusted the monitor then held the wand still on the lower left part of my stomach.
"Congrats! You...are having a boy," she smiled pointing to the outline of the obvious appearance of his little testicles.

I sobbed and laughed as she mentioned how his dad will be proud of his well endowed son.

He will.

I will make sure of it.

The moment I left the Doctors office, I was determined to make amends with him. Apologize for my way of acting.
Nothing mattered right now but us.

When I faced him in his office, my heart slammed double time against my ribs the moment I saw him standing there.

A worse for wear with my name written everywhere as the culprit. The definition of ruggishly handsome had a new candidate.
I didn't think I would ever see this side of him again until he stepped closer and I got a clear look of how this all took a toll on him.

The concern in his gaze with my appointment, melted my heart.

I was finally going home and this will never happen again. I am determined to speak out and not run anymore. This is a new chapter in my life. I can't screw up.

Finally, I was on my way home to get our things and wait for Max. I  reached a side road and stopped, waiting for an oncoming car to pass. Suddenly my brakes felt mushy when I pressed them, and I frowned, experimentally pumping the pedal again. This time it felt fine. Perhaps the level of brake fluid was low, though Max kept the car well maintained. I made a mental note to tell him and have it checked.

I turned right and eased in to the road, traveling toward the highway. A car that had just passed was at least a hundred yards ahead of me.

Gradually I accelerated, my thoughts drifting to the baby and Max's reaction.