then shuffle myself into the dark room where Drake is waiting. I’m getting anxious about everything that is going to happen. Drake is sitting in the chair next to the bed, staring at the odd looking machine with a wand and tiny screen affixed to it. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps his eyes ahead, never meeting mine.
Just as I’m going to break the silence, the doctor comes in with a huge grin on his face. I fucking hate him, no one should be that happy. God! I just want to leave. Please let this be over with soon. I can’t bear being this close to Drake and not touching him.
“Okay, are you ready to see your baby?” Drake and I both glance at each other and nod. Neither one of us shows any excitement or emotion for our situation.
The doctor stands to my side and rolls up the hem of my shirt exposing my growing belly then tucks it under my bra. Next, he slides the top of my yoga pants down and my entire midsection is naked and covered in goose bumps from the cold air. Drake looks at my bump and his eyes grow wide with amazement.
Dr. Kohen is squirting warm jelly on my stomach and then starts punching keys on the ultrasound machine. “Okay, here we go. Let’s see how your little one is doing.” The screen comes to life. The wand is swiping back and forth as he explains what we are seeing on the screen. Then, he punches more buttons, printing pictures as he goes. “Presley, Drake, do you want to know the sex of your baby?”
I am completely unprepared for this question. Do I want to know what kind of thing I’m having? It will only make this entire situation that much more real. I still haven’t accepted it yet and I don’t know if I ever want to. If we name it, then it’s real. Panic rises in my chest and bile is pushing its way up my throat. My eyes start to prick with tears and I blink frantically to keep them from falling.
Drake doesn’t look at me as he answers the doctor’s question. “Yes.”
Smiling with a big grin, the doctor says, “It’s a girl. She is growing perfectly and her heartbeat is strong.”
A girl? Are you fucking kidding me? I already don’t know what the hell am I going to do with a baby, but a girl? They are emotionally impossible to deal with—case in point, me—and she will have Drake wrapped so tightly around his finger. He’s always had a weakness for girls—women—and now I’m growing one. This could not have gone worse if Satan planned it himself.
The doctor wipes the gel off my belly and disposes the towels in the trash. He says he will give us a minute and steps from the room. My shirt is still raised up. I don’t think I can move to pull it back down. I am completely shocked and disappointed and the weight of my disappointment is crushing down on me.
I turn my head to Drake to see he is staring at my stomach, just like he did when he first saw it. Then, he does something I’ve been craving for the last twenty weeks of my life, he touches me. I don’t realize when he stands up because all I care about is his warm skin on mine.
The tears I once held tightly in my eyes start to leak and run down the side of my face. Both of his hands cup the bump growing from my stomach and he palms it like it’s the most delicate thing in the world as well as the most precious.
Drake
I was feeling very nervous about seeing my child on the screen, but when Delilah informed me how important this appointment is, I practically begged my boss to have the afternoon off. Now I know exactly what Delilah was referring to because no words can describe how miraculous it is to see the child you created growing inside of the woman you love more than life itself.
It’s then I realize, I need to forgive Presley. What she did to me is fucked up beyond words, but we can’t survive this way forever; passing random glances and remaining cold and distant. Looking at her growing belly proves I’ve already missed so much of what she’s going through. I’m sure it hasn’t been
Just as I’m going to break the silence, the doctor comes in with a huge grin on his face. I fucking hate him, no one should be that happy. God! I just want to leave. Please let this be over with soon. I can’t bear being this close to Drake and not touching him.
“Okay, are you ready to see your baby?” Drake and I both glance at each other and nod. Neither one of us shows any excitement or emotion for our situation.
The doctor stands to my side and rolls up the hem of my shirt exposing my growing belly then tucks it under my bra. Next, he slides the top of my yoga pants down and my entire midsection is naked and covered in goose bumps from the cold air. Drake looks at my bump and his eyes grow wide with amazement.
Dr. Kohen is squirting warm jelly on my stomach and then starts punching keys on the ultrasound machine. “Okay, here we go. Let’s see how your little one is doing.” The screen comes to life. The wand is swiping back and forth as he explains what we are seeing on the screen. Then, he punches more buttons, printing pictures as he goes. “Presley, Drake, do you want to know the sex of your baby?”
I am completely unprepared for this question. Do I want to know what kind of thing I’m having? It will only make this entire situation that much more real. I still haven’t accepted it yet and I don’t know if I ever want to. If we name it, then it’s real. Panic rises in my chest and bile is pushing its way up my throat. My eyes start to prick with tears and I blink frantically to keep them from falling.
Drake doesn’t look at me as he answers the doctor’s question. “Yes.”
Smiling with a big grin, the doctor says, “It’s a girl. She is growing perfectly and her heartbeat is strong.”
A girl? Are you fucking kidding me? I already don’t know what the hell am I going to do with a baby, but a girl? They are emotionally impossible to deal with—case in point, me—and she will have Drake wrapped so tightly around his finger. He’s always had a weakness for girls—women—and now I’m growing one. This could not have gone worse if Satan planned it himself.
The doctor wipes the gel off my belly and disposes the towels in the trash. He says he will give us a minute and steps from the room. My shirt is still raised up. I don’t think I can move to pull it back down. I am completely shocked and disappointed and the weight of my disappointment is crushing down on me.
I turn my head to Drake to see he is staring at my stomach, just like he did when he first saw it. Then, he does something I’ve been craving for the last twenty weeks of my life, he touches me. I don’t realize when he stands up because all I care about is his warm skin on mine.
The tears I once held tightly in my eyes start to leak and run down the side of my face. Both of his hands cup the bump growing from my stomach and he palms it like it’s the most delicate thing in the world as well as the most precious.
Drake
I was feeling very nervous about seeing my child on the screen, but when Delilah informed me how important this appointment is, I practically begged my boss to have the afternoon off. Now I know exactly what Delilah was referring to because no words can describe how miraculous it is to see the child you created growing inside of the woman you love more than life itself.
It’s then I realize, I need to forgive Presley. What she did to me is fucked up beyond words, but we can’t survive this way forever; passing random glances and remaining cold and distant. Looking at her growing belly proves I’ve already missed so much of what she’s going through. I’m sure it hasn’t been
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