B.F.F. (frerard)

Chapter 8

I smiled when I walked into the doctor's room. Jamia smiled, waving excitedly.

"Hi, Frank," she said. "Hi, Gerard."

"Hey, sweetheart, how you feeling?" I asked.

"Twenty-eight weeks pregnant and huge," she said.

"You still look as gorgeous as ever," I said. "Hello, Mrs. Nestor."

She smiled, shaking our hands.

"Well, time to see if this baby has three heads," Frank said and I swatted his shoulder. "I'm joking, Babe."

"Not funny," I said. "Bandit is gonna be perfectly healthy."

"Bandit, that's a cute name," Jamia said.

"Thank you, I bet we're gonna have a real cute baby to go with it," Frank said.

Jamia blushed and looked down as the doctor walked in, allowing me to swat his shoulder when no one was paying attention.

"Full room today," she said. "You must be the adopting parents. Hi, I'm Dr. Yeragani."

I smiled and shook her hand.

"I'm Gerard, this is Frank," I said.

"Nice to meet you two," she said. "How are you doing, Jamia?"

"I'm good," she said. "Back has been hurting."

"Well, let's take a look at our little girl," the doctor said.

She pulled out the ultrasound machine and started it up.

"Wow," I gasped.

"Is that a heartbeat? Her heartbeat?" Frank asked at the little rhythmic thump sounds.

"It is," the doctor said.  she said. "And it is going nice and strong."

"There's no problems?" I asked.

"Nope, everything is looking perfect," she said. "All the tests have been going great."

"That's so good," I said.

Mrs. Nestor's phone rang and she went to the hall to answer it.

"It's a work thing," she said when she walked back in. "I have to get going."

"We can give you a ride home, Mia," Frank said.

"Mia?" Jamia asked with a small blush.

"Thank you so much," she said, giving me a hug.

Mrs. Nestor gave Jamia a hug before she took her purse and left.

"How big is she?" I asked.

"The size of an eggplant, just about a foot in length," she said.

"Oh wow, that's so cool," Frank said. "Babe, looks like the outfit you bought will fit, I thought she might've been a little small for it."

"I told you I know the size of newborns," I said.

Frank chuckled and nodded his head. I had gotten excited about a little baby girl and went clothes shopping, buying the cutest little onesies with little tutus attached to it. My favorite was a baby bodysuit that said 'I love my dad' in curly pink letters.

"Guess you're more of the baby expert than me," he said.

Frank smiled at me, a small glint in his green eyes.

"When was the baby's due date again?" Frank asked.

"December twentieth," Jamia said.

"Oh shit, so it's right before Christmas," he said.