“Like what?” I asked, quizzically.
Kane smirked. “Your stomach, ass and bust has... enlarged.”
I rolled my eyes while the nurse snorted. “He has good observation skills.”
“He failed to mention my thighs, hips, and waist have expanded too.”
Kane waved me off. “I haven’t noticed.”
Of course, he hadn’t, he was too busy constantly looking at my ‘enlarged’ arse and chest.
“He’s smart,” the nurse chuckled. “He knows what to notice and what to stay mute on.”
Kane winked at the nurse and it made her blush.
I narrowed my eyes at Kane. “Really? First the girl in the waitin’ room and now me midwife. Are you shittin’ me?”
Kane held up his hands. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Make sure you don’t. I’ll cut your balls off if you do.”
The nurse stared back and forth between Kane and myself with wide eyes so I smiled and used Kane’s words against him. “This is our foreplay.”
“Cool,” she said and nervously smiled, making sure to avoid looking at Kane.
She spent a lot of time then taking new measurements of the baby, and pressing on certain areas of my stomach before measuring it with a measuring tape.
“So, let’s re-cap. I’ve recorded ten minutes of four-dimensional movement plus the foetal heartbeat for sound. You’re measured at twenty weeks and one day exactly. Your weight is pegged at a three to four-pound weight gain per week, and your bloods and blood pressure is perfect. What about your movements? Have you being getting your ten kicks a day?”
I nodded my head. “Yeah, but it’s literally just a little move or kick, they don’t last very long. I barely notice them if I’m being honest. I haven’t experienced a real big one yet. Is that somethin’ I should worry about?”
“Nope,” the nurse chirped. “Give it another few weeks and you will feel stronger kicks as well as be able to see your stomach moving. Dad, that means you can get a good feel of them so you can experience your baby moving too.”
“Can’t wait,” Kane commented lowly.
Uh huh.
“Would you like to know the gender of your baby?”
I shook my head firmly. “Nope.”
“Dad, are you okay on that matter?” the nurse asked Kane.
“You can tell what the gender of the baby is from just looking at the screen right there?” Kane asked the nurse and pointed at the monitor.
She nodded her head.
“So you know right now?”
Again, she nodded her head.
“You know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
She laughed and nodded her head once more.
“Are you going to put it in Aideen’s file?” he asked with his eyebrow arched.
The nurse snickered, “No because you both don’t want to know... right?”
“Right,” I answered instantly.
Both the nurse and myself looked at Kane when he remained silent.
“It’s killing me, babydoll. How can you not want to know?” he asked me with a pained groan.
I couldn’t help but smile at his tortured face. “Because seein’ you tormented like this brings me so much joy.”
“Evil!” he snapped. “You’re pure evil.”
I laughed, “I want it to be a surprise. As long as the baby is healthy, it doesn’t matter to me what the sex is.”
Kane sighed, “I guess... but it’s still going to kill me.”
I snorted, “You’ll get over it.”
“Okay, Satan,” Kane grumbled.
I smirked. “If I’m Satan, what does that make the baby?”
“The spawn of Satan,” Kane grunted and shook his head. “I’ve fathered the spawn of Satan. No amount of private talks with the man upstairs is going to get me off the ‘doomed for an entirety in hell’ list now. I’m fucked.”
Tears formed in my eyes when laughter racked through my body. I placed a hand on the top of my stomach and the other on my chest. Both sections of my body were hurting so bad.
“Stop,” I wheezed and flagged Kane with my hands.
He tried to glare at me, he really did. I saw him fight the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t help but succumb to the laughter floating around the room though. He couldn’t not smile when he looked at me for some weird reason.
“You’ll start premature labour if you don’t calm down,” the nurse joked.