Bad Boy's Club

Boy, or Girl?

Monte's POV:

It's the morning of the twenty seventh and I can't be more excited! Someone was giving us her child and we're gonna go meet her today.

"Craig," I began, happily. "Come on, we're gonna be late!"

"Monte, calm down." Craig laughed out. Thing is, I have wanted to raise a child my whole life and it's now even closer to being a reality. So, no. I can't calm down.

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"Craig, Monte!" A teenage girl says, walking up to us as she held her arms out for a hug. I, gladly, accept the friendly gesture, hugging her back. It's always an amazing experience to meet a fan! She goes to hug Craig and, as they began the embrace, she moves back slightly. "Sorry, It's the baby. They just kicked." Baby? "I'm Tiffany, by the way. Tiffany Harper."

"So you're the woman we have to thank for this?" I ask. She nods a silent, yet happy 'yes.'

"Well, technically, my mom." Tiffany replied. What? "She helped my find the right adoption agency, so you can thank her, too."

"Tiffany, can I ask you something?" Craig asks, seeming a bit concerned.

"Sure!"

"Why are you doing this?" Craig! "I mean, don't get me wrong, we do appreciate this. It's just...you're so young and...are you sure you want to give up your child to a couple you don't know?"

"I trust you guys." Tiffany replies with a smile."And I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. I can make my own decisions." She added, jokingly.

"Thank you." I smile out. We started to talk a bit about who we were. How our families raised us and all. Tiffany's mother even joined in on the conversation. Turns out, miss Harper was a fan of ETF from back when Ronnie was in the band. She raised Tiffany on our music. I think that's the coolest parenting job ever. But, hey, I'm cocky sometimes.

~

It's now January fourth and Craig, miss Harper, Tiffany and I are at her ultrasound appointment.

"Okay, guys." The doctor begins, walking into the room. "Ready to find out what the sex of the baby is?"

"Yes." Craig replied, smiling. "Monte hasn't shut up about it all morning." We all laugh a bit at his humorous state of fact. What? It's a big deal to me.

"Well, Monte, you'll know soon enough!" The doctor replied, smiling as she put a glob of gel on the end of the ultrasound wand. She placed the wand on Tiffany's huge stomach, moving it around until she found the fetus. "There you are." Craig and I smile at each other as we began to see the image of our soon to be child on the screen. "And you are having..." My mind raced with the possibility of having a baby girl. I've always wanted a daughter. One that'll grow up to be strong, independent and accepting of others. "A girl." Craig and I looked at each other, bear hugging after a moment.

"Hey, guys." Tiffany says through laughter. "She's not here, yet!"

"But she will be." I reply, excitedly. Tiffany laughs a bit.

"Just promise me something." She began, her smile slowly fading. "Name her after someone close to you. Don't just give her any random name, make it have personal meaning to you."

"I promise." I reply, tears starting their way down my cheeks. I think Craig and I might name this little girl after her mother. The one who made this all possible. Or Damien, even. She's been there for me since we first met. This is going to be a tough decision. But it'll be well worth it in the end.