The next few weeks are pretty uneventful, we still don't speak of the night of the wedding. Jackson has stopped throwing the L word around, which I am forever grateful of. As I sit at my twelve week doctor's appointment, I can't help but wonder what's taking him so long to get here. I specifically told him 10:30, It's nearly 11 as I look at the clock and I have let three patients go ahead of me. I shake my head, rubbing my still small belly. This is our first ultrasound and he promised he'd be here.
I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear my name once again, "Listen, Ma'am. If I don't take you back now, we're going to have to reschedule." The petite African American woman says, her hands resting gently on what looks to be my chart.
As I stand, I grab my purse moving quickly towards her. "Alright, Lets go. I'm about to explode anyways." They require you to drink a gallon of water before you go in for your first ultrasound, needless to say I've had to pee for thirty minutes.
She sits me in a dark room, asking me to change from my V-neck and leggings into a gown. I sit there impatiently, back leaning against the cold table when there comes a knock on the door. I half expect it to be the doctor but to my surprise its Jackson, with a sheepish smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Babe. The shop held me up. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail." He's dressed in usual dark blue jeans but he's wearing his Teller-Morrow shirt, hands dirty from a days work.
As annoyed I am, which is a pretty common occurrence for me these days I try to fake a smile. "It's fine, you're here. That's all that matters." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He leans over and kisses my forehead, taking a seat next to me. As I'm about to speak again, I'm interrupted by an unfamiliar looking doctor's knock.
He asks me the basic questions after looking over my chart, when was my last period, if I've confirmed my pregnancy with a blood test (which I have and he should have on file), what our plans are, etc. I'm quick with my answers, wanting to finally see this little baby. First, he preps a large probe like tool, lubing it and then asking me to spread my legs. I can't help but laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed. I look to Jackson, his eyes practically bulging out his head.
It takes a few of uncomfortable moments but before we know it our little bean sprout appears on the screen. Well, what I thought would have looked like a bean sprout appears much more like a small baby. There's a head, arms, and even little legs flailing on the screen. I again turn to Jackson who seems completely overwhelmed by the experience. I reach over to grab his hand, something I haven't done in quite some time and squeeze.
"So, how do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" Jackson asks, tilting his head sideways.
"Well, Mr. Teller... It's going to be quite sometime now before we'll know. Once Spencer reaches about sixteen weeks we will have a better idea, sometimes though it takes until twenty weeks for a more precise answer." The doctor nods, turning back to the screen. He prints out multiple copies of the ultrasound and hands them to Jackson while I readjust myself on the table, trying my best to cover my body.
The doctor excuses himself after going over a few more things, leaving Jackson and I alone once again. He looks from the sonogram machine to my barely there belly as I change in front of him. he moves forward, placing a hand over my stomach as I pull my shirt down, "Hey, little dude."
"What if it's a girl?" I raise an eyebrow at him, pulling away from him. We walk silently to the front, him grabbing every brochure along the way.
"Dudette?" He chuckles, opening the door for me. I can't help but roll my eyes at him, ignoring the comment and heading towards my own car.
"See you later, Teller." I smile, driving away from him and back into my thoughts.
Ya know, I really didn't expect him to want to be so hands on with this baby. I half expected him to refrain from speaking to me at all, let alone our little baby. I catch myself grinning, feeling like the fool everyone else has already got done assuring me that I am.