A few days later, Christina was at work when she saw an old familiar face. It was her former friend.
"Hey Christina," she greeted awkwardly.
"Hello," she greeted.
"You're knocked up?" she asked.
Christina smiled. "Sixteen and a half weeks. My boyfriend and I will find out the gender next week."
"You're not married?"
"Not after the trauma I suffered with Scott," she said.
She raised an eyebrow at her. "What kind of trauma did you suffer with Scott?"
"Lots."
"Care to talk about it?"
Christina said. "You didn't seem to care when I tried to open up about it when I was actually married to that git!"
"Scott isn't a git!"
"He was especially to me. I was so surprised when you sided with him in our divorce when I had known you longer."
She sighed. "I'm sorry for siding with Scott."
"I don't think you are. And besides I don't want your apologies. I may have dreamed of getting one years ago but I don't need it now. I found friends who actually care about me and my daughter unlike you."
Her former friend left the store. She decided to take the rest of the day off and go home.
"You're home early, love," Oliver said, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.
She plopped herself down in their kitchen chair rubbing her belly.
"Is everything alright with our child?" Oliver asked worriedly.
"Baby Wood is fine but I wish they had started kicking in a happier instance but I was rather stressed."
Oliver's brown eyes filled with worry. "Why were you stressed?"
"My job isn't usually stressful but when one of my old friends comes in unannounced I get stressed."
"You had friends before you met me?" he laughed.
"I was somewhat popular when I was at school, thank you very much," she giggled, before continuing. "She didn't believe that Scott was a git to me and she sided with him during our divorce even though I had been friends with her longer."
"That bitch!" Oliver swore.
"She tried to apologize but I didn't accept it. I made friends that accept me and my daughter for who we are," she said.
"You sure did. Speaking of friends, it's Adam's turn to host the Christmas party this year. I mean it's only November but just so you know."
"That's fine. Will he want me to bring anything though, I'll be around twenty four weeks by the time the party comes around."
"He did say something about the cake you made last year and that it was delicious."
"I get the hint. I hope I can fit in that dress I wore last year but I highly doubt it."
Oliver nodded.
"You'll have to attend my company party too."
"Perfectly fine."
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The next week the couple was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. Oliver's hand was resting on her belly as their child kicked.
"Christina Finch-Fletchley!"
Oliver hopped up, held out his hand for Christina to grab, she grabbed it and they walked towards the examination room.
"It's nice to see you again, Miss Finch-Fletchley and Mr. Wood," the nurse said.
Christina smiled.
"How is your pregnancy going?"
"It's going well. I've been craving lots of chocolate like I did with my daughter years ago."
"Mr. Wood wasn't the father, was he?"
"No, he wasn't but he's been her surrogate father to Bethany since we started dating."
The doctor nodded and began the examination. He got out the ultrasound machine.
"Does 'Baby Wood look okay?"
"Do you want to know the gender of your child?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You'll have a daughter between late March and early April," he said.
Christina began tearing up and Oliver kissed her. After the ultrasound was over, they were escorted out of the room.
"We have a daughter, I can't believe it," Oliver exclaimed happily as they walked out of the hospital.
"You're not disappointed about not having a son?" she asked.
Oliver shook his head. "Of course not."
They travelled to her childhood home where her parents were babysitting Effie.
"Do we have another granddaughter or a grandson?"
"Granddaughter."
Bethany squealed. "I have a baby sister!"
"Yes, you'll have a baby sister in March or April," Christina smiled at her excited daughter.
"Yay!"
Christina smiled again.