My Kind of Forever (Beaumont 5)

“Well, can’t say much has changed except the images are clearer, but we still use the same cold gel,” he says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Gus starts pressing a few buttons, and the screen comes alive.

“All right Josie, I’m going to lift your shirt, add the gel and then we’ll see your baby.” He does as he says and the gel causes Josie to hiss.

“Cold?”

“Duh,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Okay guys, here’s your baby.” Gus is pointing the screen, but I don’t see anything there. I lean closer until I’m over the top of Josie’s legs trying to see what Gus is pointing at. Josie is up on her elbows trying to see, too.

“Dude, throw me a bone. Where’s my kid?”

Gus laughs, but I’m not finding this funny. I need this dude to show my wife that she has a baby in her belly that’s coming out in a few months.

He pulls the screen closer, using a pen to trace the baby to show us the head, shoulders, two arms, a tiny torso and a set of legs. Josie gasps when she realizes she can see the baby.

“And here’s the heartbeat.” Gus turns the speakers on and our baby’s heartbeat surrounds us. It’s the best freaking sound in the world. I lean over and kiss Josie hard. When I look at her, tears are streaming down her face. I wipe them away, but shed my own.

“Thank you,” I whisper against her mouth. “Thank you for loving me enough to give me this opportunity.”

I press my lips to the side of her belly, peppering her skin with kisses. “Hey little baby, it’s your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you. You have such a huge family already. Your big brother Noah is going to love you and teach you how to get everything you want from Mommy and Daddy. He’s going to protect you and be your best friend. There’s also Quinn, Peyton, Elle and Eden. Eden is going to love you so much. Elle is going to dress you up whether you’re a boy or girl. Peyton will teach you how to throw a football. Quinn will teach you all about music. Don’t even get me started on all your aunts and uncles because they’re going to spoil you rotten. Your mommy and I are so happy that you’re growing. I love you so much already.” I wipe away the tears that have fallen before looking at the screen in time to see an arm and leg move.

“Looks like you have a soccer player in there,” Gus says, as he presses more buttons on the screen.

“I can’t feel anything.”

“Give it a few days, Josie, you will.”

“A soccer player? Gus, are you saying it’s a boy?”

“Hmm, hold on; let me see if I can get a good position.” He moves the wand, pressing down on Josie’s stomach to move the baby. Knowing my kid, he’ll probably flip the camera off. “Sorry, guys, she moved too fast for me to get a good look, so best guess would be sixty percent chance it’s a girl, forty percent boy. But you’re measuring more closely to twenty weeks, so you’ll have another ultrasound in about ten weeks or so.”

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“Can you give us another minute to see the baby and listen?” I ask, not ready for this to be over.

“Sure,” Gus says, turning around the face the computer but keeping one hand on the wand.

“What did I tell you? Do you hear that Josie? That’s our baby that you’ve been taking care of for weeks now.” Josie’s tears match mine as we stare at the screen and listen to the heartbeat. I pull out my phone and flip the camera so it’s facing us. I slide it to video and hit record.

“This is our first video journal for baby Westbury. Here we are at your first ultrasound. You’re in the background telling your mom how much you love her.” Josie laughs, but continues to cry happy tears. “We can’t wait to meet you.”

I have the driver take us back to the hotel after the appointment. It’s my plan to take her to my grandmother’s, but only after I let her kill me for buying another motorcycle. Instead of going inside, I take her hand in mine and walk her to parking garage. The valets don’t necessarily like the guests doing this, but its better this way.

“Where are we going?”

“I have something to show you.”

I’m trying to think of how I’m going to word this. Truth is nothing is going to sound good no matter what type of spin I put on it. It was an impulse purchase that I should’ve discussed with her first.

We round the corner and there’s a line of bikes parked in front of us. Her grip becomes tighter, and I squeeze back letting her know everything is okay. When we come to my parking number, I inhale deeply and prepare for the worst.

“I’m sort of an idiot, but I think you know that by now.” I scratch the back of my head and look at her with puppy dog eyes. By the look on her face, I get the impression she’s not buying it. “So… I kind of bought this.”

“Kind of, as in you did but are too afraid to tell me… or kind of, as in it’s a lease and can go back?”

“The first one?” I question myself because it’s just easier than pissing her off.

“Uh-huh. Did you ‘kind of’ knock me up?”