“I’m so lucky to have you,” I finally whisper out.
“We’re lucky to have each other, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead, then backs away. I see what he’s trying to hide as he sits down. Being around Jake the past few days has made my desire for him go rampant and I know after the baby is born it’s going to be six weeks before he’s inside me again.
“Knock, knock,” we hear, and both turn our heads towards the door.
“Come in,” I say clearing my throat. Trying to stop the rampant thoughts that I was just having in my head.
“Hi, Larissa, I’m Dr. Patel,” she says and shakes my hand, then does the same to Jake.
“Hi, Dr. Patel,” I respond. She sits down in the stool as we talk about things and how I’ll be coming in every week from now on and I’ll be doing a kick count sheet daily as a precaution to make sure the baby is active and moving. It’s something that is normal at this stage. Then she asks the question I know is weighing on Jake’s mind.
“I’m just going to check you out and then we can do an ultrasound. Do you want to find out the sex of the baby? I know you didn’t at your previous doctor’s office,” she states.
I look over at Jake and I can see it written on his face. He wants to know, and I want him to know.
“Yes,” I tell her, and Jake’s hand finds mine as we hold hands while she does her business “downtown,” she says, “Everything looks great. Continue walking and drinking lots of water. I’ll be right back with the ultrasound technician, and she’ll do a scan and tell you the news. You can get dressed, shirt up and pants lowered. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable that way.”
“Thank you, Dr. Patel,” Jake and I both say in unison.
“You’re very welcome. I’ll see you next week unless you go into labor before that,” she goes to leave and Jake asks, “Is she okay to go into labor at this time?”
“She is, I’ll take another look at her most recent ultrasound. Everything she is measuring looks great though. Have a great day,” Jake lets her leave after that with a look of relief on his face.
“Ready to find out what we’re having?” I ask him.
“Fuck, yes. It’s been killing me not knowing and it’s only been a few days. I don’t know how you held out this long,” he mutters.
“I didn’t want to find out without you. I was already doing too much without you as it was. I wanted this to be our thing,” I say with emotion clogging my throat.
“Don’t cry, Baby. I don’t like to see you with tears. It pulls at my heart.” He wipes the tears that are trying to escape from the corner of my eyes. He helps me get dressed as we wait for the ultrasound technician to come in. I hate that I’m putting clothes on in front of him when I really want to strip him out of his suit and have my way with him.
Chapter Thirteen
Jake
We arrive home and the first thing I do is order dinner. It’s well after six o’clock and I know Larissa must be starving. I hated that we both had to take separate cars after finding out the sex of our child. I would have been happy with a boy or a girl, but when the nurse said we were having a little boy, I cheered, while Larissa laughed. I knew if I had a little girl and she looked like her mother, I would be truly fucked.
“What do you feel like? Pizza or Chinese?” I ask her as she plops down on the couch raising her feet on the coffee table.
“Chinese, oh my gosh. It’s been so long since I’ve had it. Can we get sweet and sour chicken, cream cheese wantons, and general Tsao’s chicken?” she asks as she tilts her head back on the couch.
I smirk to myself. I know she won’t eat all of that, but I know how she loves to eat leftovers too.
“I’ll get it ordered right away and then we can FaceTime mom and dad and tell them the news.” That gets her attention and her head lifts up, giving me the most beautiful smile ever.
“I’d love that,” her smile never leaves her face. I get back to ordering enough food to feed six people and then walk over to her on the couch. I sit down beside her, keeping my phone out as I bring up mom’s name and hit FaceTime.
“Mack, get up, you old lug. Jake and Larissa are on the phone,” I hear as she answers the phone. We get a clear view of the ceiling instead of her face. She’s constantly doing this. I laugh, she swears she’s hip and knows all the in things and then she does this, it always makes me laugh.