“You better ask her if the baby’s a boy or a girl,” Derek teases as we sit in the waiting room.
I nudge him with my arm. “You’re so insistent! Every single visit you beg me to learn the gender.”
“I want to be right that you’re having a boy, duh.”
“And I want it to be healthy above all else,” reminding him of my earlier comments.
“You’re boring, you know that?” He leans forward, our faces mere inches apart.
“I’m sure you’ll tell me every chance you get.”
He leans in and kisses me quickly, with a sly smile coming across his face.
I bump his body with my shoulder. “You’re utterly ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he admits, arm wrapping around my shoulder. “But you know what they say. I’m your ridiculous.”
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head at my boyfriend.
He was the one who begged me
