The Older Man Part II

Chapter 25

A Boy For Me, A Girl For You

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VINCENT'S POINT OF VIEW

"Come on baby, I know you can do it," I encouraged to the wobbling baby in front of me who struggled to stand up on their own two feet.

I wasn't able to see the baby as clearly as I wanted. I could barely see defining features. The only features I saw were simple.

The baby, who's face I couldn't make out, had my dark hair and Cheyenne's skin complexion. It was a challenge for me to tell if the young toddler was a boy or a girl.

The gentle sound of a baby's voice filled my ears as I watched the blurry image of a baby beginning to make its way towards me.

I could see my arms extended in front of me, ready to catch the baby in my arms.

Tiny legs stomped their way over as chubby arms waved themselves in the air. Soft giggles escaped the baby and brought a smile to my face.

"Come on, you're almost there," I reassured the baby as if it could understand me. "You can do this," I said slightly under my breath.

The baby didn't walk halfway before they fell down on their bottom. Persistent crying soon began. I rushed over to where the baby sat on the floor, wailing until their lungs gave out.

With a quick sweep of my arms, I collected the distraught baby from the floor and rocked them gently in my grip.

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered in a soothing voice, "you did really good, baby," I heartened.

The baby's crying had begun to simmer down but hadn't seized entirely.

"You can try again another time, okay?" I said, having a one sided conversation with the baby I cradled in my arms.

A soft sigh escaped the baby's mouth before the crying had come to a halting stop. The brunette baby started to nuzzle into my chest, completely ignoring what I had said.

I smiled down at the baby as I rocked it in my arms until it was fast asleep.

A sigh fell from my lips as my subconscious reminded me of the pleasant dream I'd had the night before.

Every night leading up to today, I had some kind of dream about a baby whose gender I could never discover. It was obviously due to our lack of knowledge of if the baby was a girl or a boy, but that would all be changing today.

Cheyenne's doctor wanted to perform a checkup, just to make sure that everything with her pregnancy was where it should be, and we'd also be finding out what we were having.

My happiness leading up to today's doctors appointment couldn't be contained.

I didn't have a preference for my first born. My expectations for my first born stopped and started at a healthy baby. A boy or a girl - I didn't give it much thought. As long as my baby was safe and healthy, that was more than enough to please me.

I poured myself another cup of coffee as I heard Cheyenne shuffle into the living room.

"Morning," she greeted me through a gentle yawn before plopping down on the couch.

"Good morning," I responded without turning around to face her, making sure not to spill any coffee on the counter.

Once my coffee mug was filled to the brim, I carefully lifted it to my lips for a sip.