“I’m sure,” I laugh. My mom tried to get me to just have Dr. Bride send her an e-mail with the sex of the baby so that she could throw us a party and make it a big deal when we announced the sex, but honestly, that sounded like a nightmare, so I turned her down. I just want the moment to be between Dayton and I. We can share it with everyone else later.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” Dayton tells him while squeezing my hand.

“Alright then, Mom and Dad, you are going to be the proud parents of a bouncing baby boy in just a few more months.”

“It’s a boy?” I whisper, tipping my head back towards Dayton, and I find a look of awe on his face. “You were right.”

“Yeah.” He smooths his hand over the top of my head, then leans down to brush his lips across mine. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve gone back and forth on what we might be having but he’s held firm in his belief that we were having a boy. “I guess in a couple years, we’re going to need to get you an SUV to haul around soccer gear.”

“I guess so.” I laugh, remembering the conversation we had the night we met.

“Congratulations, you two.” Dr. Bride tells us

“Thanks.” I smile at him while Dayton asks.

“Is everything else okay?”

“He looks perfect.” He assures him before he focuses back on the screen to finish taking measurements while talking to me about what I might experience over the next few weeks. I have been lucky in my pregnancy so far. Besides morning sickness in the beginning and having to pee much more often, I haven’t had any strange side effects. Okay, that’s not exactly true. The hairy thing has started, so I’ve had to shave more often than I did before, but even that isn’t a big deal. Though I might feel differently in a couple months when shaving becomes difficult for me to do on my own.

A few minutes later, Dr. Bride leaves the room after reminding us to schedule our next appointment at the front desk, and I get off the bed with Dayton’s help. As I adjust my dress and slip on my sandals, I hold onto him, afraid I’ll tip over from the bump I’m now carrying around. Where before you would have to be paying close attention to see that I was pregnant, now there is no hiding it. Even hidden under my loose summer dress, you can make out the roundness of my stomach nowadays. And my belly is Dayton’s new obsession. He’s constantly touching it or talking to it in an attempt to get the baby to move. It's sweet and even sweeter to see his reaction when he gets a response.