Baby Steps

Other Types of Families

Brooke Lynn’s POV:

30 weeks….
 

Trying to keep up with everything that we had to do before the baby came was hard, and now that we only had 10 weeks left, we were really feeling the pressure.

We sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, it was time for another ultrasound.

“Mateo?” the nurse called from the door. She was new, we didn’t recognize her.

I helped Vanessa stand up, and I follow her towards the nurse. The nurse lets Vanessa through but holds a hand to stop me.

“Sorry, ma’am,” she says, “immediate family only.”

I felt my face turn red, and anger bubbled in my chest. I felt Vanessa’s hand on mine, grounding me.

“She’s my wife. She’s coming with me.” Vanessa said, stern, yet still kind- which I don’t understand how she does that.

The nurse blushed, “O-of course. S-sorry.” She stammered looking at her feet.

We get back to the room, and the nurse leaves Vanessa with instructions to get ready for her exam.

“Immediate family.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

“I know babe. But she won’t make that mistake again.” Vanessa said, kissing my cheek softly.

I watched her get undressed. Vanessa had gotten pretty good at undressing with, as she put it, a basketball under her shirt. Getting dressed, however, that’s another story. I laugh at the thought.

“What’s so funny, bitch?” Vanessa says, with as straight of a face as possible.

“Nothing, nothing. Did you know that she’s a cabbage this week?” I asked, smiling sweetly, Vanessa rolls her eyes. She always gives me shit for telling her the size of the baby, but I can tell she secretly loves it. Her eyes twinkle when she rolls them at me.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the ultrasound tech came in to do her thing, then we waited a little longer for the doctor.

“Hello, ladies.” The doctor said, coming in the room. We both say hello in response, “how are you feeling, Vanessa?”

“Fat.” Vanessa said, bluntly, causing the doctor to laugh.

“That’s understandable.” She says, “The baby looks good. She’s flipped so her head is down so that’s great, it means that she’s in the position she needs to be.”

The doctor goes over a few more things, gives us some information for birthing classes, and then does a ‘hands on’ exam, which I gladly look away for. All is well, and we are free to go. I assist Vanessa with her clothes and shoes, and we head out to make the next appointment.

The next day, Vanessa decides to sign us up for these birthing classes. Great, something else to worry about. I’m starting the water for my shower when she storms in, with all but her ears blowing steam.

“What’s wrong baby?” I asked, cautiously.

“Well, I signed us up for class, and they asked if my husband was signing up too, they wanted his name so they could add him to the list.” She’s still mad, “when will they learn that there’s other types of families?”

I didn't know what to say. I just rubbed Vanessa's back and helped her calm down. She vented a little more. Apparently as soon as she said she had a wife and not a husband, they apologized, so that's good.

"You gettin in the shower?" Vanessa asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yes." I smiled, "you joinin?"
That's all it took. Vanessa was stripping down and we were hopping in the shower, unable to keep our hands to each other.