genie just out of a bottle.
Elijah watched, clearly enjoying it. “What time is Dr. Govender’s appointment?”
“Ten.”
“I have back to back surgeries all morning. If I finish one early, I can make it.” He chewed his lip. “It’s going to be tight. My first surgery is the big one and then I booked two quick ones that’ll take about an hour each.”
Charity waved her hand. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I missed my eighteen weeks appointment last week so I don’t want to change this one. I’m midway through the second trimester. It’s nothing to get excited over.”
“It’s all exciting!”
She saluted him, still in her lace tank top and black panties. “I promise to give you a full report. I can set my cell to record and hide it to tape the entire appointment – if you want.”
“I’m sure we’ll be looking for a new OB if Dr. Govender finds out. He’s the best in the city. I don’t want to piss him off.” He walked over to his dresser and stepped into a pair of jeans. “If I finish on time and can swing it, I’ll come by.”
Charity didn’t reply, she was too busy enjoying watching him dress.
“Are you still feeling nauseated? If you are, you should mention it to Govender. He can subscribe some diclectin if you need it.”
“It’s pretty much gone. I’ve had it once or twice this month when I forget to eat. Baby’s just reminding me it needs fuel. Other than that it disappeared when I started taking the B-six vitamins with my prenatal. Touch wood it stays away.”
“If it doesn’t, let Govender know.”
“I will.” She turned and headed for the shower. “By the way, I forgot to tell you this last night,” she said and grinned slyly. “Someone distracted me.” She winked at him. “I think I’ve been feeling the baby.”
Elijah looked up, his hand stuck into the armholes of his shirt, he held it there not putting it on. “Really?”
“I’m pretty sure. At first I thought it was just bubbles or something from eating. It’s hard to tell because I’m not really ever sitting still long enough.”
He slipped his shirt on and came over, placing his warm hand on her belly. “What’s it feel like?”
“Little swirls and twirls inside my stomach.” She joked, “He’s dancing and spinning inside me. Like a teeny tiny little gymnast.”
“He?” Elijah’s eyebrows rose.
“Or she. I keep thinking of him as he.”
He stared at her. “You haven’t found out the baby’s sex have you?”
She playfully slapped his hand away. “Of course not! You were at the last appointment. I think it’s my twenty week where we can find out the sex if we want to.”
“You missed last week’s appointment?”
She nodded.
“Have you set up your eighteen-week ultrasound?”
She shook her head. “No. I was going to book it last week. Everything is going well, just been so busy.” She didn’t want him to worry or think she didn’t care. She double-checked everything with Dr. Govender and he was pretty straight forward if she needed to come in. If the doctor wasn’t worried, they didn’t need to be either.
“Book the ultrasound today. We can find out the gender then.”
“Oh! Right. I forgot.” She had her head in too many medical books and journals. She needed a turn on the prenatal floor. It might help. “Do you want to find out?”
Elijah shrugged. “If you want to…”
She laughed and tossed a towel at him. “I’m game. I don’t mind either way. If you want to know, so do I. It might be fun to find out while your mom is here.”
He grinned and came over to kiss her. “Then we’ll do it for my mother.”
“For your mother.” She checked her watch. “Now I gotta jump in the shower or I’ll make you late.” She gently pushed him toward the kitchen. “I’m feeling like some bacon and toast. Think you can do that for me?”
“For you? Anything!” He let her go.
She showered quickly and towel dried her hair before stuffing it into a bun. She could blow
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