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They’re all I need.

Epilogue

Caden

4 months later

“Are you nervous?”

I look over at Adrienne and give her a fast smile. “Nope, not at all.”

“You sure?” she asks, reaching over and placing a gentle hand on my bouncing leg.

My body relaxes a bit, but my heart is still racing in my chest. Leaning over, I brush my lips against hers, not caring that there are others nearby. She’s all I see, all I care about. Well, she and the baby.

“Adrienne?” We both stand up and turn toward the woman standing in the doorway. She gives us a quick smile before asking Adrienne to verify her name and date of birth. “Come this way,” she says, holding open the door.

We follow her down the hallway, stopping at one of the nurse’s cubicles. I know Adrienne hates this part, but I love it. Every pound she gains is almost prideful to me. She’s growing our baby, and even though she grumbles about gaining weight, I find it beautiful and amazing.

Just like she is.

Watching her body slowly change these last few months has been nothing short of spectacular. Her boobs grew, and I haven’t been able to keep my hands off them. Her hips seem a bit curvier, much to her dismay, but my favorite change came in the last few weeks. Her belly just popped. One morning, I looked down and there was a bump. I’ve never been more excited—and horny—in my life. My love for her grew tremendously and continues to grow every day.

I stay back, keeping my eyes on the ground as they go through the pre-appointment check-in. She hates watching the number on the scale climb, so I respect her boundaries by not making it a big deal—even though that number doesn’t bother me in the least. Her blood pressure is logged, and she’s handed a cup to pee in to check her sugars. I’ve been to each and every appointment and have the process down now.

When she returns from the restroom across the hall, we’re led to the technician’s room. This one is farther down than normal, one used for the ultrasounds. Today we’re going to find out the sex of our baby, and I couldn’t be more excited.

And nervous.

“The tech will be in shortly to do the ultrasound,” the nurse says before closing the door and leaving us alone.

I glance around the room, taking in the machine that’ll tell us if we’re having a boy or a girl. I don’t care either way, but I’m leaning toward a boy. It’s a gut feeling I have, and even though she’s asked me before what I think we’ll have, I’ve kept my prediction to myself.

“You okay?” I ask, standing beside her as she sits on the table.

“More than okay. I can’t believe I’m halfway there already,” she replies, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

“Not much longer now,” I insist, even though there’s roughly twenty-weeks left. “It’ll fly by.”

She snorts. “If you say so,” she grumbles, clearly not believing me, as a knock sounds on the door.

“Hi, Adrienne. I’m Ella. Are you ready for your ultrasound?”

“Yep,” she replies immediately.

“Are you wanting to know the sex of the baby today? Or do I need to keep it a secret for a big reveal?” she asks, looking between myself and the mother of my child.

“We want to know,” Adrienne replies, glancing to me for confirmation.

I nod. “Yep, we want to know. We’re going to tell our friends this weekend, but we’re not doing one of those reveal things.”

She nods in understanding. “All right, let’s get started.” She sits down on a stool, moving the machine beside the table.

My heart hammers in my chest, but I offer Adrienne a gentle, reassuring smile. We’re about to find out if we’re buying pink or blue. Boy or girl. Son or daughter. I can’t wait.

“I’m going to take a few measurements first,” she informs us before placing a blob of goo and the wand against Adrienne’s stomach. Our baby fills the screen. “Look at that,” she says, smiling.

We both watch as our child’s limbs come into view. The tech takes measurements of everything, from arms to head and various organs. It’s fascinating to watch, even if I don’t really know what she’s doing. The fact I get to see our baby move around is all I need.

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