I chuckled. “That’s funny.”
“Says the man who doesn’t have to push a watermelon through his donut hole.”
The receptionist called Gia’s name, and she looked over at me. The fear was suddenly palpable in her eyes. I took her hand and squeezed. “It’s going to be fine. This baby is going to be healthy and beautiful just like his mom.”
“His?”
“His what?”
“You said just like his mom. So you think I’m having a boy?”
I hadn’t noticed I’d given the baby a sex. “Come on. Stop stalling.” I stood and gave her hand a slight tug. “And I don’t think you’re having a boy, I know what you’re having.”
Gia stood. “You do?”
I winked. “Of course. A giant fucking watermelon.”“It’s a little early to be able to tell the sex of the baby. But, before I start, do you want to know if I’m able to see the gender clearly?” The sonogram technician pulled gloves from a box on the counter and snapped them onto her hands.
“Umm.” Gia looked at me for an answer. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you could tell this soon, so I really haven’t given it any thought. What do you think, Rush?”
I smirked. “Up to you. I already know what it is.”
The sonogram technician obviously didn’t know that I meant she was pregnant with a watermelon. She flicked off the lights in the room and pulled up a stool next to Gia. “So Dad already thinks he knows what it is, huh? I’m guessing that means he thinks it’s a boy. Most dads do.”
Gia got flustered. “He’s not…he thinks it’s a…”
I attempted to help her. “I’m not the…uh…I don’t think…”
The technician must’ve been used to two tongue-tied people in this room. “I’ll tell you what. I won’t tell you what you’re having if I can see, but I’ll note it in your chart so that you can call the office at any time if you decide to find out.”
Gia let out a loud rush of air. “Okay. Yeah. That’s great.”
“I’m going to just untie your gown and pull it up to access your belly, and we might need to roll down your pants a little bit.”
“Okay.”
Gia squeezed my hand as the technician got her ready. I might be a sick fuck, but my cock twitched at the sight of the smooth skin on her stomach. It was apparently oblivious we were at a medical appointment and not a peep show. The technician rolled down Gia’s leggings to just above her pubic bone, and my eyes stayed glued to her tanned skin.
Fuck. I want to defile a mother.
The technician held up a tube of something. “This might be a little cold.” She then proceeded to squirt some gel shit all over Gia’s belly.
Here let me take care of that for you. My lube will be nice and warm.
I shook my head to rid the thought.
It didn’t help one fucking bit.
The tech pulled a monitor on wheels next to the examination table and positioned it so that the three of us could see. I stayed on the opposite side, next to Gia’s head so we had the same view.
The minute she touched the wand to Gia’s belly, a loud sound came out of the machine. The technician looked at the screen and adjusted a knob. “Your baby has a nice strong heartbeat.”
Gia and I stared at the screen.
“I’ll give you a quick tour of the baby’s anatomy so that you can enjoy it while I take measurements and the pictures I need.” The technician pointed to what looked like a string of pearls. “This is your baby’s spine.” She tilted the wand a little to the left with one hand and pointed to the screen with the other. The image was grainy and black and white, but I could make out what she showed next before she even said it. “Head.” She outlined what was clearly a skull, then traced down the baby’s profile. “Nose. Lips.” Holy crap. I could actually see an outline of a baby’s face. Although it looked more like an alien swimming than a baby from where I stood. But there it was, a person—inside of Gia—one with its own heartbeat and profile already. The technician smiled and moved the wand around a lot while looking at the screen. “You have an active one. It’s turning around a lot.” Just as she said that, something very clear came into view.
“Is that a hand?” Gia said.
“Sure is.”
“Wow.”
“If you opt to have a 3D sonogram later in your pregnancy, the pictures are really clear. But you’re actually getting a pretty nice show today considering you’re only fourteen weeks.”
Mesmerized by the screen, I’d completely forgotten about Gia’s stomach, and it hit me that I was actually excited about the pregnancy for the first time. I couldn’t wait to meet the little guy.