So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Sixty: Gender Reveal

I am nervous to walk into Garden Lodge once again. This is nothing new. Now I am not worried about the ghosts in the house, but rather the many people who are alive in that house. They are all going to greet me with warm smiles. There was nothing wrong with it. I just hated attention on me. I guess this attention was justified. I was going to find out if I was having a son or a daughter. This is a very big deal indeed.

Rami held the door open for me and I carefully stepped in. I hold my stomach and felt my baby do one solid kick. I smiled and continued to hold on, as if I was holding on for dear life. I take a few deep breaths before interacting with anybody. The first person that I hugged was my uncle John. He embraced me tightly and I felt safe in a way. Even though he was often very crazy, he was probably the calmest person here today. He's had many kids by now that he is probably used to baby showers occurring. "How are you feeling, Tiff?" He asked. "Overwhelmed. I got the worst case of morning sickness today. But I'm alright now." I tell him. My head was still pounding. Pregnancy is a lot harder than I thought it would be. But I have to keep reminding myself that it is all going to be worth it in the end.

Ben's POV
I looked around the room in the basement to make sure that everything was in order. I have everything that I need in order for this to work. I might scare the living shit out of Tiffany, but it's ok. If she wants to know the gender of the baby, this is the only way she is going to find out. I load the paintball guns and make sure that each of them have enough. Joe walks down the stairs and looks very amused by what I am doing.

"Oh, Ben. Don't you think you are taking this way too seriously?" Joe asked me. "No. It was my job to get the results, and I gotta do something right for once in my life." I replied. "So revealing the gender of the baby is one of them?" He questioned. "Yeah, I guess." I replied. Joe sighed and shook his head. He grabbed one of the paintball guns and pretended to aim it. "You know that dad is going to be pissed about this right?" He continued to question me. "I know. But I don't plan on missing. If it happens, then it happens. We'll clean it up afterwards." I told him.

Joe furrowed his brows in response. "We?" Joe wanted to make sure he heard me correctly. "Yeah! You're in this too." I say confidently. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean I have to clean it up. This was your idea. Why couln't we just use balloons like normal people do?" Joe complained. "Because Josephine, we're not normal people anymore. Our dad is a legend." I told him and started to walk upstairs with a ski mask on. "Yeah but that doesn't mean to destroy his house." Joe replied and followed me.

Tiffany's POV
I have been doing my best to communicate with everybody as kindly as possible. It's not that I cannot stand anybody. I love almost every person in this room. But up until now I have not been that much of a people person. Learning to communicate with people has been a part of growing up. Now I have understood why my dad likes to stay more private. I can't even do it with all of these people in the house. I can't imagine how my dad feels with the whole world knowing who he is. I assume I get my introverted side from him too.

I have laughed with many people, and others I have had serious conversations with. Most of the people who have been parents before are giving me advice since they're kids are now adults. I listened to everyone intentively. I took mental notes of everything because I know that I am going to need all of the advice I could get.

I go over to the drink table and get some water. I needed it because I was starting to run out of energy. I exhaled as I took a sip of water. "Are you ok, darling?" My dad questioned. "Yes. I'm just tired that's all." I said to him. "I understand. Except I wasn't tired until after you were born." He joked. I shook my head and smirked at him. "I'm kidding, darling. It's going to be alright. I promise." He said to me. That made me relieved in a way. Over these past few months I have been anxious. But I don't necessarily know why. Maybe it's just that this has all happened so fast.

Rami wrapped an arm around me and I felt a lot more comfortable. He places his and on my stomach and I feel my baby kick again. We both smile at each other and I kiss him. "I love you." He said to me. "I love you too." I replied and gave him another peck on the lips. Suddenly everything stopped. Everyone was silent for a moment. I looked around and saw two men wearing ski masks and holding guns. They had to be fake. I've had to know the difference between a real gun and a fake one. Those are fake. I know who these two are, I can still see Joe's red hair.

I laughed and moved away. I will happily put Rami on the spot because he is the one who is not pregnant. This is so ridiculous. They should have just done balloons or confetti, which is what normal people do. Two shots hit the chest and land perfectly on Rami's shirt. Ben and Joe take their masks off in amazement. "Holy shit! You made it perfectly!" Joe commented. I stared at Rami's shirt in awe. Everyone around me was wrong. It did not matter what my baby was to me. But I am still in so much shock.

Blue. There is pastel blue paint now all over his shirt. Rami looked down and started to cry tears of joy. I don't blame him, I started to cry too. "It's a boy! It's a boy!" Roger yelled out. Everyone applauded afterwards as Rami and I kissed again. "See I was right! I knew it!" My dad exclaimed as he walked over to me. I hugged him once again and cried on his shoulder as Rami was cleaning himself up. "Does he have a name yet?" My dad wondered. "Yeah, he does. But I'm not going to tell you right now because you're going to love it." I say to him.