Until Trevor (Until, #2)(70)
“Whatever you want, baby,” I tell her, when I see her raise her eyebrows.
“How about French toast?”
“That sounds good,” I say, watching her fill up the coffee pot with water, worried about what I have to do next.
“Baby, you don’t need to make coffee. I’m not going to drink any this morning.”
“Its fine,” she shrugs. “I’m going to drink it.”
“You can’t.” I cringe, me—f*cking Trevor Mayson—cringing when giving my slip of a wife the news, afraid of her reaction.
“What do you mean ‘I can’t’?”
“Well, you’re not supposed to drink coffee during a pregnancy.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope, you can have decaf though. Just, right now, we don’t have any.”
“Oh, okay.” She turns off the water, going to the fridge, leaving me kind of stunned.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine, just hungry. Can you get my cell phone for me so I can call the doctor and see about setting up an appointment?”
“Absolutely.” I smile, thinking that Asher is full of shit. Liz didn’t seem to care at all about not having coffee.
*~*~*
Three months later.
Liz
“Will you please calm down? You’re making me nervous.”
“I can’t sit down. We’re finding out what we’re having. What if we’re having a girl?”
“Trevor, you know that it’s a fifty/fifty chance.”
“I know, but I don’t know if I could handle having a girl. Look at Asher. He has all girls, and November is pregnant with another one.”
“It will be okay.”
“I don’t feel so well,” he grumbles, sitting down next to me. I want to laugh, but I know that he is really afraid about this. I mean, when Asher and November found out that they would be having yet another girl, Asher freaked out. November said that the doctor had to give him something to help calm him.
“Mr. and Mrs. Mayson, if you could come with me,” the elderly nurse says, leading us to a room at the end of the hall. “You’re going to need to change into this.” She hands me a paper robe, and instructs me that once I have it on, I should get up on the bed. Once the door is closed, I start to get undressed. Trevor is frowning the whole time.
“What now?” I ask, exasperated.
“Your doctor is a man.”
“Yeah, you know this. You have met him before.”
“You never had to get completely naked before.”
“He has to check me this time.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like it either, and I’m the one who is going to have someone looking at me down there. So can you please just relax? You’re making this harder on me.”
“Sorry, baby. I just really don’t like people seeing you.”
“You do know that when I go into labor, there will be a lot of people in the room.”
“Baby,” he groans, leaning his head back. “You’re not making this any better.” I’m laughing when my doctor walks in.
“How are you feeling today, Liz?”
“I’m doing really well.” I lean my head to the side, look at Trevor, and smile.
“Good to hear. Today, we’re going to be giving you an ultrasound to make sure that everything looks like it should; we can also find out the sex of the baby if you’re interested.”
“Yes, we would like to know what we’re having.”
“Good. Well let me just get everything set up, and we will get started.” I nod and hold on to Trevor’s hand. Once Dr. Spark has everything in order, he has me lay back on the bed, and place my feet in the stirrups. “I need you to relax for me,” he says. I do my best and feel a slight pressure down below. Then he stands, putting the samples that he took on the counter, and allows me to lay my legs out straight as he starts spreading a large glob of gel on my small bump. He runs the small device over my stomach, and after a few seconds, the fast swoosh of our baby’s heartbeat fills the room. Trevor holds my hand a little tighter, leaning closer to me so he has a clearer picture of the monitor.
“How does everything look?” Trevor asks, not taking his eyes away from the monitor.
“Well, let me take a few measurements,” Dr. Spark says, clicking around on the screen. “From the measurements and the blood that I had taken the other day, everything looks good.” He does some more clicking with the mouse and presses around on my belly, before he goes back to looking at the screen. “Alright. Well, let’s see if the little guy or girl will cooperate.” He keeps running the device all over my belly, then finally he stops. “Well, it seems to me that she is going to be stubborn,” he says. It takes me a second to realize what he just said. I look over at Trevor, who is staring at the doctor.
“We’re having a girl?”
“You’re having a girl,” the doctor confirms, smiling.
“Holy shit.” Trevor stands, looking closely at the monitor. “You’re sure?” he asks the doctor.
“Well, I’m not really supposed to say it, but yes, I’m sure.” Dr. Spark laughs, looking between the two of us. “Let me just get you cleaned up. Everything looks great. When you’re done getting dressed, just set up your next appointment at the front desk,” he says, leaving the room. I sit up, pulling the robe off and tossing it in the garbage. I pick up my sweats off the chair, pulling them on, then sit and start to put on my shoes. That’s when I notice that Trevor has been quiet this whole time.