“I know, and it is, but I’m just so nervous.”
I palm her cheeks and bring my lips to hers, tasting the sweet tea she drank earlier. “Don’t be. The babies are healthy, and today, we get to find out what they are. No more calling them olive and pea.”
She chuckles. “I can’t believe I’m over halfway through this pregnancy. It’s flying by. What if we aren’t ready by the time they arrive?”
“Don’t stress about that. We will be,” I try to reassure her. My goal is to have the house move-in ready by the end of August, which gives me another month. The upstairs is finished, and I plan on surprising her this weekend with the bassinets I built.
“Okay, you’re right. It just feels like I’m starting all over again as a brand-new mom.”
“It’s my first time, so I expect you to guide me through this whole parenting thing,” I tease.
Katie snorts, sliding on her shoes. “I’ll give you the CliffsNotes as soon as I figure it out myself.”
“Mom!” Owen yells from the living room. “Memaw is here.”
“Crap, where’s my purse?”
“You left it on the counter. I’ll grab it,” I tell her, rushing to the kitchen.
“Hey, Noah.”
“Hi, Mrs. Walker.”
She flashes a warm smile. “I think you can call me Dianna since we’re family now.”
“Alright, sure.” I grin.
“Can I call you that? I’m your family,” Owen asks.
“Absolutely not,” Katie interjects. “She’ll always be your memaw.”
“You’ll always be my little jelly bean.” Dianna boops his nose.
“I’m too old to be called that.” He groans.
“Okay, I’m ready to go. I’ll drive,” Katie says, grabbing her keys.
“Everyone excited to find out what the twins are?” Dianna asks cheerfully. “We should all take our guesses.”
She sits in the back seat next to Owen, who looks less than thrilled about going to the appointment, but Katie wanted him to experience it.
“I think it’s boys. You’ll get two brothers,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be cool?”
He shrugs, staring out the window. “I guess.”
“I have a feeling it’s girls,” Dianna says.
“I think it’s one of each,” Katie chimes in. “But I’ll be happy either way.”
“Me too.” I smile.
“Have you thought of any names yet?” Dianna asks.
“A few but nothing that has stuck,” Katie admits.
“Maybe Owen has some name ideas he likes?” I say, hoping to engage him.
He ignores me and continues gazing outside.