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The Baby's Gender

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Season 03, Episode 12 | The Baby's Gender

|Kourtney's POV

Three weeks later, I had just finished putting a load of dark clothes in the washer. The rhythmic hum of the machine filled the room as I set the timer and turned it on. The sound of the water rushing through the drum was oddly calming, and I stepped back, preparing to head out of the laundry room. As I walked towards the door, the sudden chime of the doorbell rang through the house, cutting through the quiet.

I paused. Who could that be? I hadn't been expecting anyone. Still, I made my way to the front door, my footsteps light as I approached. When I opened it, I found none other than my sisters standing in the doorway, looking far too pleased with themselves.

I couldn't help but smile, even though I was still a little surprised. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked, stepping aside to let them in.

Khloe grinned at me, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the others were close behind. "Well, since the doctor put you on bed rest and Dwayne put you on house arrest," she said, dragging out the words for effect. "We decided to have a—"

"A slumber party!" The girls screamed in unison, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"A slumber party?" I repeated, slightly confused but also, if I'm being honest, a little bit excited. It had been a while since the five of us had all spent time together. Life had gotten busy, and everyone was wrapped up in their own worlds.

"Yeah," Kendall added, "this is a way for all of us to catch up." She grinned, her excitement infectious.

Kim, who had been quietly holding something in her hands, stepped forward and handed me a pair of pajamas. I looked at them, then at her, and I realized the girls were all wearing the exact same set. It was one of those matching pajama moments that, honestly, I didn't know I needed in my life but now couldn't imagine living without.

"Fine," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. "But what about Dwayne and Mason?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Khloe shrugged nonchalantly. "They're staying at my house until our slumber party is over. We've got the night to ourselves!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, shall we get this party started?" I yelled, a little louder than I intended, but I was excited. With the stress of everything going on, a night in with my sisters was just what I needed.

We all piled into the living room, spreading out on the couches, plopping down on the floor with a bowl of popcorn between us. It felt so right to have all of us back together like this—laughing, gossiping, and just enjoying each other's company. I realized then, more than ever, how much I needed these women in my life.

Being a mom, though—being a mother—is what life is really about. The meaning of it all shifts when you're carrying a child. The priorities change, and things like slumber parties, while still fun, aren't at the center of the universe anymore. There's this profound sense of responsibility that comes with creating a life, and I was feeling all of it as I lay there with my sisters, enjoying the moment.

I was also thinking about my little bump, which had been growing more noticeable over the past few weeks. When I glanced at it in the mirror earlier that day, it struck me just how real this all was. I was going to be a mom. A little human was growing inside of me, and that was everything.

I couldn't wait for the moment we'd find out the gender of our baby. I had been feeling all sorts of emotions about it—anticipation, excitement, nervousness. I was ready. Dwayne and I had talked about it so much, and now it was finally happening.

Later that afternoon, I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, running my hands over my stomach. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy. I couldn't wait to meet our baby. I turned toward the door when I heard Dwayne's voice.

"You look so beautiful," he said, and I could hear the love in his voice as he stepped into the room.

I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I loved this man more than I could put into words, and I couldn't believe we were about to take this next step in our journey together.

"Let's go, love," he said, kissing the top of my head before gently pulling away. I nodded, a nervous excitement bubbling up inside me.

I slipped on my shirt and got ready, the time feeling like it was passing by in a blur. Minutes later, we were in the car, heading to the doctor's office. I clutched Dwayne's hand, my heart racing. We were about to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. It was surreal.

When we arrived, we signed in and sat down in the waiting room. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I looked around. It seemed like everyone in the room was there for the same reason, but still, this moment felt so uniquely ours.

Finally, the nurse came out and called my name. We followed her down the hall to the ultrasound room, where the lights were dimmed. The technician asked me all the usual questions, checking to make sure everything was okay with the baby. Then, it was time for the ultrasound.

The nurse squeezed some cold gel onto my stomach, and I could feel the coolness seep through the fabric of my shirt. Dwayne stood by my side, squeezing my hand tightly, and I could see the anticipation in his eyes.

The doctor entered the room with a smile. "Do you want to know the sex this time?" she asked.

"Yes, we do," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor moved the wand over my belly, and the screen lit up, showing us a blurry, black-and-white image of our baby. I held my breath, watching the screen intently, until the doctor finally said, "It looks to me like it's a girl."

I looked over at Dwayne, and the tears in his eyes mirrored the ones in mine. We were having a girl. Our little girl. My heart swelled with emotion. I had always wanted a daughter, and now, here she was.

Dwayne wiped a tear from his cheek and grinned. "A girl," he repeated, his voice full of pride.

I laughed, my heart feeling so full. "She's going to get all the boys. I'm so happy we're having a girl. It's going to be perfect for our family."

"No boys until she's forty," Dwayne said with a mock-seriousness, and I couldn't help but laugh.

We left the doctor's office, our hearts light as we got into the car. We were already talking about baby names and everything else that came with preparing for our little girl.

When we got home, Mason came running to us the moment we stepped inside.

"You're going to have a sister," I told him, my smile growing wider.

"I am?!" He shouted in excitement. "I'm going to be the best big brother ever!" He was already planning what he would teach her, what he would protect her from. It was the sweetest thing.

"I got a meeting, honey," Dwayne said, giving me a quick kiss before heading off. I watched him go and felt a quiet sense of pride. This was our family, and it was growing in the most beautiful way.

I headed into the kitchen to start making dinner. As I was chopping vegetables, Khloe burst into the room. "Were you at my bish?" she shouted, causing me to jump a little.

I grinned, wiping my hands on a towel. "In here!" I yelled back.

She walked in, clearly excited. "So, what are you guys having?"

"It's a girl," I said, still smiling. I couldn't stop smiling.

"Bible, yay! Another niece!" Khloe cheered, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"From the sound of it," Dwayne called out from the other room, "she's going to be spoiled."

"Spoiled is truly the right word to describe what's to come," Khloe agreed, her voice dripping with mischief.

I laughed, feeling the warmth of family surrounding me. There was a lot of love in this house, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us, for me, for Dwayne, for our kids, and for our little girl.