Dear Love Of Mine

Gender

-Scott-

"Morning love." Mitch whispered to me when I woke up.

"Morning." I stretched my arms above my head and leaned over to kiss him.

"Ready for today?"

"What's today?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Don't play dumb, Scottland. We get to find out the gender of our baby." He said with a wide smile. I laughed and kissed him again, sitting up.

"I'm very ready." I got out of bed and walked over to Mitch's side to help him up, "You okay?" I asked him when he groaned.

"Yes. I'm fine love."

"Let's get bathed and ready to go." I said, with excitement.

When Mitch and I were ready, I helped him to the car and we drove to the doctor's.

"How's Mitch today?" She asked.

"Mitch is fine." He said with a chuckle.

"That's good Mitch. Get up on the table and we'll find out the gender of your precious baby." She smiled at him as I helped him up. He laid back and closed his eyes for a second after letting out a deep breath, "We'll get this set up, put this yucky stuff on your belly and find out if your baby is a boy or girl." Mitch smiled at her as she put the substance on his belly.

"Cold." He stated as she put the wand on the bottom of his big belly.

Mitch stared at the screen until the doctor pointed and he looked over to me and smiled, "There's the baby Mitch. It's getting big." He smiled again, "What are you hoping for?"

"A girl." I said.

"I told him I feel like it's a girl. I just know it." The doctor smiled at him and then zoomed in on the baby.

"Let's see." She said, rubbing the wand over the bottom of his stomach, "There. If I zoom in, you can see that your baby, is in fact a girl. No peni$ there boys." Mitch smiled so big and leaned over to kiss me. A small tear fell down his cheek, "Congrats boys."
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"Yes mom. Baby is a girl. I know we're so excited." Mitch and I were in the store trying to find a picture frame to put the ultrasound photo in, "I love you too. Bye."

"Was she excited?" Mitch asked, setting down a frame.

"Yes. She squealed. I've never ever heard my mother squeal." He chuckled and grabbed the bottom of his stomach, "You okay?" I asked, setting my hand on the bottom of his back.

"I'm fine. Oh look! I like this one." I sighed and walked over to him, "Sold." He stated, grabbing it off the shelf and holding it to his chest.

We walked up to the register and paid for the frame. Mitch put the photo of our baby in it as soon as we got in the car, "Our little girl." He whispered, rubbing the picture gently with his fingertips.