The ride to the hospital seems to take forever, but we eventually make it. I'm anxious as hell not to only find out the news but make sure he or she is healthy and growing on track. I've been checking all my pregnancy apps to see what stage I'm at and how big the baby is. Right now, it's the size of a sweet potato.
"Kaitlyn Bishop," a tech calls my name after five minutes of waiting. Mom gives me a warm smile, and I’m so glad she’s here with me.
I stand, and my smile drops as soon as I see it's her.
Analise, the baby daddy flirter.
Her smile widens when she notices Payton. "You're back."
She ignores me as she leads us to a room. It's not until she gives me undressing instructions that she finally acknowledges me.
Once I’m ready, she returns, then flips off the lights and spreads gel over the wand.
I flinch, and she apologizes, "Oh sorry, it's cold."
No shit.
I watch the screen as she moves the wand around, taking measurements.
"So when do we find out the gender? I need to call my family so they can witness it in real time."
"Sure. Gimme just a second. Baby’s movin' a lot."
I get Maize on the phone and tell her it's almost time. She's at the B&B surrounded by our cousins, aunts, uncles, and of course, Grandma Bishop.
"Well? What is it?" Grandpa blurts out impatiently.
Everyone laughs as we wait for the official announcement.
Payton holds my hand while my mom stands next to him, waiting. I hand her the phone so they can get a better view.
"It's a girl!" Analise finally calls out.
My eyes widen as my heart kicks up a notch. A girl.
Turning to Payton, I smile up at him and notice his glossy gaze. He stares at my lips, then leans down with his arm out.
Instead of hugging me, our mouths connect.
And neither of us pulls away.
His hand cups my cheek as he slides his tongue against mine. After a moment, he realizes what we're doing and jerks away. My mom’s eyes widen in shock, and I realize everyone on FaceTime just witnessed it, too.
Just great.
No one is going to believe we're just friends now.
Tears well on the brim of my eyes as his kiss lingers, and I'm quickly reminded that we're having a baby girl.
"Congrats, Mom and Dad. Here are some pictures for ya." Analise hands us four ultrasound photos and wishes us the best of luck before cleaning up. She mentions my doctor will be in contact with me to go over the scan. But overall, everything looks great.
"I'll give you some privacy to get dressed," my mom says. She ends the call, then steps out of the room.
Payton grabs my clothes, then turns around while I put them back on. He stares at the pictures as if he's trying to memorize them.
"I think she has your nose," he tells me.
"You can't know that already," I argue.