Not So Little Secrets

Chapter Eleven: Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

A/N: Name pronunciation for Bryce's middle name. Ziare (Zi-air)

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Santana's POV:

After arriving in New York, my cousin picked me up from the airport and we drove back to her place. Her and her girlfriend Quinn, who is also my best friend, let me stay there for a while until school was ready to start in the Fall. They are both in college as well, their just in their second years. Rachel goes to NYADA and Quinn goes to NY Law School. They have an apartment here in Lower Manhattan, but it only has one bedroom so I was shacking up on the couch.

After a few weeks at their place I decided to move my things to the dorm I was set up in, school was going to start soon anyway. You would think that I left their place because of school or back problems from sleeping on the couch, but really it was because those two are life some fucking jack rabbits that was just given the green light. I mean come on, they did know that I was right there in the living room.

Once I got settled in to my dorm, I immediately started looking for a job. Because I chose to go to Columbia, instead of any of the colleges that I got scholarships to, my parents are paying my way through. Mostly all of my scholarships were for cheerleading and I obviously can't do that for a while. I also didn't plan on being a cheerleader for a career choice.

Because my parents are helping me with my college fees, I didn't want to call and ask them for more help with the baby. I mean let's not forget that they still have their own bills and my two little brothers to take care of.

I eventually got a job at Foot Locker being a sales assistant, it also didn't hurt that it was still close to campus. It pays okay with minimum wage being $10.10, and New York is definitely not cheap. I need all the money I can get so I can pay for the things I need and save up for when the baby is closer to arrival.

About two months into the school year I decided that I wanted to know the sex of my baby. At first I was going to let it be a surprise to myself, but then I realized it is more wise to be prepared. I'm almost 7 months pregnant now and I have some questions that I need to know the answers to. My roommate Bree said she would come with me for moral support, which I really appreciated. Once I entered the hospital room the doctor had me lay on the hospital bed and I'm told me to lift my shirt above my stomach. After about 10 seconds after he put the cold gel on my stomach and started gliding the probe over my belly I heard my baby's heartbeat. Hearing the heartbeat always got me a bit emotional because it puts everything into perspective. I'm really about to be a mom.

"The baby has a nice strong heartbeat which is always good" the doctor said looking at the screen.

"I think I'm finally ready to know the sex of the baby." I say taking a deep breath.

"Are you sure? I just mean what's changed your mind, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm sure, I just want to be prepared. For the most part everything I got from my baby shower and the things I've brought have been gender neutral." I say as the doctor nods.

"Okay whenever your ready" the doctor says as he turns the screen towards both Bree and I.

"Also there are questions I want answers to and they can only be answered if I know the sex of the baby. So I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I say taking a deep breath as Bree holds my hand.

"Okay here we go" The doctor said as he readjusted the probe on my belly after placing a bit more gel on my stomach.

"So it looks like your having a boy. If you look right here these are your son's legs and right in the middle here is his manhood." The doctor says while placing his finger on the screen to show us exactly what we're looking for