Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Please, please, please review!!
Disclaimer: Only Mia is mine.
"Mia, let's go!" I call once more. She's takin' forever to get ready today, and I really wanna go. We're goin' to find out the sex of the baby. Well, technically, we're goin' for her monthly checkup and a sonogram, but let's think about the funner aspect of it.
"I swear, if you don't cut the crap..." I hear her yell back. She comes out and glares at me before pullin' on her coat. "Let's go," she sighs, headin' out in front of me.
The ride to the doctor's office is silent, and we arrive a little while later. I hate the waitin' room - full of moody pregnant women and there's never a place to sit. I'm afraid if I sit next to any of 'em, they'll pop out their kid right next to me or somethin'. "Mia," the nurse calls finally. We both stand and head in there.
The appointment was the usual - weight, measurement, all that. Finally, the doc turns on that machine. The machine that tells you if you're gonna be buyin' a football or a Barbie. I'm kinda hopin' we're buyin' a football. Actually, I'm really hopin'. I know it's wrong, and all I should want is a healthy baby. And I do, I really, really, want a healthy kid. But I want a healthy football-playin' kid. "You wanna know the sex?" the doctor smiles, movin' the wand-thing around Mia's belly.
"Yes!" I answer automatically. The doc looks at me funny before glancin' at Mia, who simply nods her head.
"Congratulations, you're having a girl," the doc smiles.
Okay, not what I was expectin'. Or hopin' for... A daughter. What the hell am I supposed to do with a girl? I don't do Barbie's or doll houses... I guess Mia sees the look on my face and she shoots me her own look, tellin' me silently to stop bein' the way I am. "Wow... a girl..." I manage to get out, tryin' to sound excited. Who am I kiddin'? I can hear the disappointment in my own voice.
"What's wrong with a girl?" Mia props her elbow on her pillow and looks at me. I'm trying to sleep - it's late. I glance over before rollin' over.
"Nothin's wrong with a girl. I jus'... what do I do with a little girl?" I reply, suppressing a yawn.
"You'll have a daddy's girl... whoa!" she exclaims, a look of surprise on her face.
"Is somethin' wrong?" I ask automatically, sittin' up. She pulls my hand towards her belly, and I feel the little kicks this kid gives. I love feelin' it, every night. My little girl in her belly.
"Hey sweetie," I whisper, bendin' over so my mouth is next to her belly. "It's your daddy. Hey baby..." Maybe a little girl won't be so bad after all...