Dinosaurs or Minnie Mouse. Football player or cheerleader.
It doesn’t matter. I’m excited for either, and if our little boy loves Minnie Mouse or our little girl wants to play football, I’ll do everything I can to give them what they want in this life.
And I can’t wait for all of it.
Five long days later, I get an email with the lab results.
“Luke!” I yell from my office. He appears in the doorway a minute later.
“Yes, dear?” he asks, and I giggle at his response.
“I got the results,” I say.
He grins. “Have you looked yet?”
I shake my head. “I waited for you.”
He walks around the desk and stands behind me, and I stand, too.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“Boy. I’ve felt boy since the minute I peed on a stick.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Thanks for that visual.”
I giggle and lace my arms around his waist. “What are you thinking?”
“Boy.” He presses a kiss to my lips.
I pull back and smile. “Ready for this?”
He nods, and I move the desk chair out of the way. I navigate the mouse to the results.
“Do you have a preference one way or the other?” I ask before I click it.
“Healthy. That’s all. I feel like with a boy, I’ll have a little adventure buddy. With a girl, I’ll be your typical protective father. Either way, I’ll be thrilled.”
“I feel the same way,” I say. “Do you have any names you like?”
“Just click the button,” he says with a touch of exasperation, and I laugh as I press it.
The very top of the page says Low Risk in large letters, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t realized how nervous I was that there could be problems until I felt that rush of relief.
And immediately next to Low Risk, the Fetal Sex is listed as male.
We both seem to spot the news at the same time. “Boy!” we both exclaim in unison.
Tears fill my eyes as I realize for the first time that we’re having a healthy little baby boy.
We both straighten as we embrace each other and the fact that this is getting more and more real with each passing day. We’re getting closer to meeting this little boy, and the closer we get, the more excited I feel about it.
And the more in love I fall with his daddy.
He cups my neck as his eyes find mine. “Congratulations,” he says softly.
“Same to you. So, you got any names picked out yet?” I’m teasing, but the mood shifts dramatically from the excitement of what we just found out to something much, much hotter.
He chuckles. “Not yet. You?”
“Maybe one or two,” I admit.
“I love you so much, Ellie,” he murmurs. His lips brush mine, and after several long weeks apart, I’m finally getting the sense that we’re both in a place where we’re ready to show each other that love through physical actions.
“Take me upstairs,” I say against his lips.
“I was planning to just fuck you right here in your office.”
“That’ll work, too,” I say.
He opens his mouth to mine, and just kissing him brings every feeling I have for him right to the surface. A hot need aches through my entire body. I’m ready for this. For him.
He pulls me more tightly against him, our bodies flush together, and my desire for this man is off the charts. He pushes his hips to mine, and all the stresses and worries of the day melt away here in his arms.
Except one.
How will we actually do this so I don’t hurt his knee?
As if he’s reading my mind, he leads me over to the couch. He sits, and he indicates that I should lower down on his lap as if he’s testing whether that’ll work.
“This won’t hurt the baby, right?” I ask as I throw one leg on either side of him to straddle him. I shift my hips over him as I get into place, and he moans.
I know the answer to that question I saw in the booklet from the doctor’s office and the internet, but I’m still seeking some confirmation from Luke. I’m not sure why. Maybe because he seems to know everything. Maybe because I trust him with my life.
“It won’t hurt the baby,” he murmurs, and he reaches for the back of my neck as he pulls my mouth down to his.
We kiss there a while, and then he pulls back. “Get naked,” he says, and I laugh.
“What a line,” I say, but I still get up off his