The Little Love

8. Finding Out

You and Harrison had decided early on in the pregnancy that you'll wait until the baby was born to find out the gender. This decision, however, irritated a few people to no ends.

"How am I supposed to know what to buy for my godchild?" Tom whined for the tenth time. Ever since the bump had grown more visible, everyone had been excited to learn the gender. But each time someone asked, you had to shoot them down, saying you are waiting till the birth. Tom and Bianca however, had not taken this decision well. These past couple months there has been something of a camaraderie going on between them, you noticed. They spent more time with their heads together, talking and giggling. It was enough to make you suspicious.

"You know he is right, right?" Bianca quipped up from beside him, but shut up when you narrowed your eyes at her. "I mean, what if we buy pretty baby dresses, only for you to have a boy?" she said, moving a little away from Tom on the couch. Now that you see it, they were sitting awfully close.

"What's going on between you two?" you ask her as Tom leaves for the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Nothing." She ignores your eyes, and shuts up when Tom comes back, complaining once again about your decision to wait to find out the gender.

You sigh, "Tomas, if you can't support the decision, then shut up, or we will ask harry to be the godfather." Your threat quickly shuts him up. You knew it was a temporary measure; he would only start when he sees you the next time.

"Do you think it's a boy?" you ask Harrison. You were already on the bed, under the covers, getting comfortable. Harrison turning off the bathroom light climbed on the bed, cuddling closer to you.

"Does it matter?" he says "a boy, a girl, I'll love the baby no matter what."

"No, but still, don't you have, like a haunch?" you look up at him, your head lying on his chest.

"I think it's a boy as well."

"Very feminist of you." you mock, feeling his chest vibrate with laughter.

"Hey, you are the one who asked me to guess." He laughs quietly. Running his hands through your hair he keeps on "to be honest, I want a girl. I can just imagine it, a tiny little girl, with tiny toes and tiny fingers. Taking care of her when she's crying, buying little dresses for her." You could hear him sniffle a little, "but, you know, it's fine. We should just wait."

"Or we could find out. We have an appointment next week."

"Nope. We'll wait. Unless you want to?"

"No, I think we should wait." You say quietly. The truth was you were too nervous.

On the day of the appointment, you were surprised to see Tom and Bianca joining you guys.

"What are you two doing here?" you narrow your eyes at them, instantly noticing how their body- language had changed in the last couple of weeks. They always seemed to stand close to each other now. And whenever someone said something, the first person they looked at was each other. "Do you two have something to tell us?"

Bianca laughed nervously, "no, why would we have anything to tell you?"

"We are here cause we want to show our support." Tom shoots Bianca a warning look. "Plus, we also hoped we could get one of those ultrasound pictures so that I can show off my godchild." He tells you with a perfect angelic smile, which melts your heart not surprisingly though; your moods were very easily influenced these days.

The appointment goes smoothly, Tom and Bianca each collecting ultrasound pictures, cooing over the black and white pixlated paper square. But both their ears perk up when the doctor asks if you'd like to know the gender.