A Love from racing

Part Eight

I get off the phone with our builder. We drew up plans for our new home to be built in Vancouver. We'd been talking about it over the past month and our builder just told me the plans had been approved and work could go ahead. Part of the build would be ready before the baby came so we could move in and get everything sorted and had a place to say away from LA and the paparazzi. We dont want them getting any photos of little birdie when they've just been born, Ali and I wanted the baby just to ourselves until we were ready. So our builder Bob was making sure that part of the build would be suitable to live in or we'd be living in the summer house for a few days everything was on schedule.

Today is the day we were finding out the gender of our baby, Ali is 19 weeks today but we couldn't wait anymore. We both aren't to fussed over what we'll have, both just wanting the baby to be healthy and strong.

"Are you nervous?" Ali asks while we sit in a waiting room, waiting to be called in. When she takes my shaking hand into her calmer ones. For some reason I am. I shouldn't be we've pasted all the danger zones, our last scan was all a-ok and nothing has happened since then its pretty much been plain sailing to be honest. So why was I so nervous? Maybe its the thought that its all becoming so real. In a few more months we'd have a little baby to love and care for and I don't want to mess it up.

"yeah, abit. I just hope I don't mess this all up you know" i let out a hearty chuckle her face morphs into complete sympathy and she slowly starts running her thumb over the back of my still shaky hand.

"That's impossible Em, this baby isn't even here yet and you're taking such good care of us and I know when im craving something at two in the morning you'll go out and get it because that's how caring, sweet and attentive you are. When this baby gets here darling, you'll be the best parent our child can have. I just know it" she leans in to capture my lips in a loving kiss.

I don't know how she does it but she knows just how to calm me down.

When we break away from each others lips a nurse calls Alison's name. I take Ali's hand in mine and we follow the nurse into a private room another perk of doing what I do is we can afford our own personal doctor and private rooms away from prying eyes.

"Ok Alison if you hop up on the bed here I'll just go get the doctor for you" I help Ali up onto the bed, the blue paper on it russells as she gets situated into a comfortable position.

After about 10 minutes the doctor comes in. "Good morning Alison, Emily" he nods at me.

We both greet Dr Moore "Ok so we're finding out the little ones gender today right?" he asks wheeling over the ultrasound machine then preceding to set everything up.

"That's right" I say taking Ali's hand giving it a gentle squeeze and also flashing her a smile.

"Alright then. Alison if you lift up your shirt for me we'll take a look at the baby" Dr Moore brang down his glasses which sat on top for his grey hair and grabbed the gel to put on Ali. With a warning of it being warm rather then cold as he put the tube in some warm water to warm it up for Alison he squeezes out a small amount, then putting the doppler on her belly moving it around.

With mine and Alison's eyes locked on the screen a black and white image pops up of our baby which we were told was the size of a mango. Pretty cool.

The picture in front of us was adorable our baby was sucking their thumb I think my both were a little teary at that.

"The babys giving me ait of a run around today this little one really doesnt want you to know their gender" we both laugh. This baby will take after Ali for sure. I bring her hand up and kiss the back of it looking into her eyes.