4 Months later
"Come on Britt! Were going to be late!" Sam stood at the front door of their house, waiting for Brittany. They were supposed to be going to the doctor for a check up on the baby but Brittany was procrastinating.
"I'm not going anywhere! I'm too fat! Nothing fits me anymore." Brittany was just about in tears. Sam sighed. Ever since her baby bump had made her have to buy new clothes, these little outbursts had become quite regular. He went into the bedroom where Brittany was sitting on the bed holding a pair of faded-blue jeans.
"I used to have a good body. Now I'm fat. Why are you still with me?"
"You're not fat Britt. It'll go away soon and you'll have a beautiful baby. And I'm not going anywhere because I love you." Sam gently took the jeans from her and put them in a box where everything that didn't fit had been shoved. Truth be told, Sam did miss Brittany's toned dancers body but he knew it would come back. He loved the cute bump that had replaced it though. Brittany took the sweatpants that he handed to her and put them on.
"I guess this'll have to do then." She left the room leaving Sam to stare after her and shake his head at how quickly her moods changed at the moment.
They arrived at the clinic just in time and they were led into a room off to the side. Because they both had a celebrity status, anywhere they went they could be mobbed by paparazzi so they had their appointment ina private clinic used only by celebrities.
"Mrs. Evans. Nice to see you again. If you could just lie on the bed for me." The nurse told her as she came in. Since marrying Sam, Brittany used his name for most things. She stayed as Brittany Pierce for the media but privately she was Brittany Evans.
"Can we find out the gender today?" Sam was itching to know what they were having. Brittany was set on it being a surprise.
"If you want to know, I can tell you today."
"I don't want to know but Sam does."
"Well I can tell Sam outside afterwards if you'd like." Sam looked at Brittany like a child asking for permission. Brittany laughed.
"If this kid is anything like it's father, it's going to be so spoiled." she complained.
"So I can find out? I won't tell you, I promise." Brittany nodded and Sam grinned, happy to know she trusted him. He knew it was going to be hard to not tell her.
"Alright, lift you shirt up please Mrs. Evans." The nurse squeezed the cold jelly onto Brittany's stomach.
"Well, Mr. Evans, It seems your wife is having a baby boy. Congratulations."
"Are you sure?" Sam was ecstatic.
"95% sure. You can go back in to her now and I'll see you at your next appointment." Sam went back into the room where Brittany was just getting off the bed.
"So you know? Remember not to tell me, I don't want to know yet." Sam nodded and led her out of the clinic.