Remind Me [WWE] [Shawn Michaels] {Book 2}

Chapter Thirteen: She's An Angel

|Kat|

"It's going to be a girl, you're going to regret buying all of this, and I am going to laugh."

"Whatever."

I simply would not believe my sister. She was a know-it-all and this time I knew she was wrong. I was going to have a little boy.

"It would be so simple to find out," she teased for the hundredth time.

I would not give in. My stubborn side had not gotten better with pregnancy. "Nope. I already know. He is going to love these little outfits."

We were in my room of my parent's house, which I had recently painted a light blue. I got physically sick looking at the pink walls I wanted so badly when I was 11. I had a dozen newborn outfits set out in front of me, all with cute animals or sayings.

Steph had just accompanied me on a shopping trip and I, for one, was exhausted.

She shook her head at me. "I want to be there with you just so I can say 'I told you so'."

"You'll be in there with me anyway, dork." I said, making room for her beside me on the bed. "What even makes you so sure it's a girl?"

"The fact that you are so adamant it's a boy," Steph replied, sticking her tongue out at me.

"You just keep saying it because you've always wanted a little girl," I countered.

She plopped down onto the bed. "Maybe I have. But I know I'm right. I know you better than anyone."

"That doesn't mean you know my baby."

"Not yet," she admitted.

I felt bigger than a house. I just wanted to give birth already. A quick pain in my abdomen caught me off guard.

"Give me your hand." I placed her hand on my belly, where I just felt something. "Do you feel that?"

I have never seen my sister more excited than when we both felt my baby kick for the first time. I couldn't imagine not sharing that moment with her. I was so lucky to have Steph by my side, even if she was a pain in the neck on occasion.

***

I sat in my father's office while he worked on what I assumed were important business matters. He had dozens of papers set out before him, as always. There was never a time when my father stopped working, he just switched to different tasks. There was a point when I thought actually relaxing, even for one second, would kill him.

I sat at the opposite end of his desk, keeping him company. I didn't get as many opportunities to hang out with him as I would have liked, but it was getting better. Working for him meant I had plenty of things to talk to him about.