"Your little baby is perfectly healthy, perfect size everything is normal do you have any questions?" She asks me printing off pictures and the CD slipping it into a bag. I wipe off my belly of the goop and sit up.
"Is sharpie toxic if I were to write on my belly?" I ask her pulling down my shirt, I hope its not.
"Yes but we have non toxic paint in green, pink, blue, and black."
"Can you go get me black and the baby's gender color?" She nods and leaves the room swiftly, I cant believe it, my little baby, Im so excited there are so many baby names that start with A that are just the cutest. She comes back in handing me the jars and I look up to her and pull up my shirt and she hands me brushes. "Could you write it? The bottom in black saying 'Its a' then three dots then on the top in bigger and bolder letters the gender?" I ask her, she looks so excited that I told her that she can do this, she bends down and gets to work, its so cold on my belly and the baby starts moving. "Awe no, not right now." I mutter to it, the midwife chuckles keeping on writing and doing it slowly and perfectly.
"So how old are you? You look pretty young. Seventeen?"
"Oh no... Im twenty three."
"Wow you age well, your very beautiful too. I love your hair, is it ginger?"
"No its auburn, I guess something the same." She chuckles again and the baby keeps rubbing up against my belly where she is writing.
"Your baby is active!"
"Well this is my third."
"How old is your oldest?"
"Five." I say waiting for her to finish, I know I will have to wait here even longer for it to dry, I check my phone and still no answer.
"Ah, wonderful, is it a boy or girl?"
"Shes a girl her name is Adelaide, my second would be two also a girl but she passed away, and my third well, five months in the womb."
"Oh I am so sorry to hear that, that must have been so hard for you. What was her name?"
"Avedean, I loved my husbands name so I mashed it with Ave, its pronounced Ava."
"Oh what a lovely and unique name." We stay silent for twenty minutes while she finishes my stomach, she draws balloons and such making it adorable instead of just plain. After she finishes she fixes mistakes and such and blows on my stomach and fans it.
"Thank you so much."
"No problem." She smiles she touches my stomach litely and looks at her finger, it still feels wet. "Its still wet but if you just go home with your shirt up then it will dry quicker." Uh, this is embarrasing, going out with my shirt up saying its a girl, and if she thinks I look like Im seventeen then so will everyone else.
"Okay, thanks." I mutter and slide off the table, the baby is still and all of the sudden joy washes over me again, I cant belive it, I just cant.
"Hey are you okay?" She asks me stroking my arms softly, I nod my head grabbing my things and I still check my phone to see nothing.
"Yeah, thank you." I walk out of the clinic and people stare at me with a small gleam in their eyes, I smile weakly and walk to the curb waiting for a taxi to show up. I flag one down after five minutes and I slide in, its an old man and the car smells like vomit.
"Where to?"
"Transco Appartments." He seems so grumpy and makes a giant u-turn and darts forwards to my appartments driving like a maniac, now I know why it smells like vomit, his driving is making me want to vomit. "Uh could you be more careful?" I ask him gripping the arm rest tightly, I am practically fearing for my childs life. He slams on the breaks right outside of my appartements and I scream bracing myself and protecting my stomach.
"Get out that will be 31.08 pounds."
"I got a ride to the hospital from my house for cheeper, I am paying you what I paid him 12.43 pounds." I say slamming the money in his hands. "Oh and thanks for keeping my saftey on the top of your list I am sure your employer will be glad to hear that you almost killed a pregnant woman by your wrecklas driving." I write down his name and the contact info and leave slamming the door and he zooms off almost running over my foot. "What the hell!" I march up to our flat and touch my stomach lightly all over and feel its not wet anymore and I carefully slide my tight maternity shirt over my belly. I open my door and lock it behind me and head into the kitchen, I am starving! My phone starts ringing and I quickly pick it up answering it without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" I ask frantic and I hear a sigh behind it.
"I am so sorry baby, I am so sorry did you go to the doctors?" Its Dean, and he sounds so defeated and upset.
"Yes I did, the baby is fine, are you able to come home? I got into a taxi who was wrecklass driving, and he almost ran over my foot." That will definitly get him over here in a flash no doubt about it.
"He what?! I will be right over, just lay down, I will make lunch for us and be there in a second I have an hour break starting now be there soon." He hangs up and I chuckle heading to the couch, he is so adorable when he gets protective!
Soon my stomach twists and turns making me utterly naseous and I cant contain it any more, I run quickly to the bathroom holding in my vomit and I dart to the toilet, I bend down and vomit into the toilet sliding to my knees. I dont know why Im vomiting I thought that stopped a week ago, but I keep vomiting into the toilet until I hear the front door open and lock again. "Sloan Im home!" I hear him yell letting the keys plop down on the table with the jangle of the keys.
"I am in here!" I say between vomits, the room smells horrible, Dean comes running into the room and grabs my hair rubbing my back while I vomit.
"Oh hunny are you okay?" He asks me rubbing my back up and down gently relaxing me slightly but I hate this, the vomit I hate it so much. "Is it the morning sickness?" He asks me and his voice sooths me making it so I stop the vomit, I reach up with shakey hands flushing the toilet and closing the lid so nothing splashes up on me, even though there is hardly any water in it.
"I think so, but Im okay, I have a suprise for you." He helps me stand to my feet and he grabs both of my hands smiling at me brightly looking like he is about to burst from his skin. "Come on lets not do this in the bathroom, I want to video your reaction." I wobble out of the bathroom and set up my phone for our reaction. "Okay you ready?" I ask him he nods very excited but I can tell that he is slightly disapointed that he wasnt there with me while we figured out our childs gender, our first time ever using an ultrasound machine and possibly the last.
"Okay what is it tell me I am about to have a heart attack or pee myself!" He shouts excitedly, I giggle taking his hands and bringing them to the brim of my shirt.
"See for youself, pull it up." I say, his eyes get wider and looks down pulling up my shirt and my heart skips a beat excited to see his reaction, he pulls it up and the moment he sees the collor and the gender his eyes fill up with tears and he looks up to me excitedly.
"Oh my God really?" He asks me his voice cracking, I nod to him tears rolling down my face seeing how excited he is about this. "Were having a girl!"
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Wahoo there you have it, I promise I didnt change anything to where it was the opposite of what anyone said I had this planned already! I knew if they were to have a baby it would be a girl. Whoop whoop COMMENT and vote I love you all!
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