Page 120 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Will he say anything?” she asked.

“No. Nothing to say. You could just be going in for an appointment and I’m with you,” he said.

“The fast marriage and all, I’m sure he’s thinking what others will too,” she said.

“And we don’t care,” he said, kissing her head. “Right?”

“Right,” she lied. She went to the window and said, “Angel Jansen for my ultrasound.”

She’d filled out all her paperwork last week to have her name and license changed to Bond. It could take several more monthsfor it to go through. She hoped she’d be able to say Dr. Angel Bond before the baby was born, but she wasn’t positive.

“Have a seat,” the woman said after she checked in. “If you need more water, it’s over there.”

She held her water bottle up. “I’m good. I’m floating right now. Or at least it feels that way.”

Thank God for scrubs. She was twenty weeks along. Halfway through, but had gained seven pounds. She wasn’t complaining. Most of it was in her boobs, or at least it felt that way.

Her belly had a little bump to it, where it was thicker prior.

None of her fitted clothes could be worn, which had her wearing leggings or pants that were baggier. She was still able to hide the pregnancy well but didn’t think she’d have much longer. Everything she read said she might be popping out pretty soon.

She was starting to feel the baby move now and wished Coy could. It was more like bubbles than anything, but it was there and had her heart racing with excitement.

“Should we take a bet on the sex?” he asked. “Bode and Drew are.”

“What do they think?” she asked.

“They both think it’s going to be a girl,” he said. “I think Drew just wants his daughter to have someone to play with.”

Amanda was due in a few weeks with Baby Harper Bond.

“I think it’s going to be a boy,” she said. “My mother told me she felt the same way as me as she did with Spencer. The way I’m carrying the baby.”

“How is that?” he asked.

“Boobs and belly, nothing else. It’s all in the front.”

“We do have strong male genes in our family,” he said. “I’m going to be happy either way.”

“Not even going to tell me what you think?” she asked. “I just told you I think it’s a boy, but will be happy either way.”

“I think it’s a boy too,” he said. “Or maybe it’s your brother who keeps saying it and asking if the middle name is going to be Spencer.”

She laughed. “We haven’t even talked names.”

“We can do that after we find out. Did you write any down like we talked about?” he asked.

“I’ve got a few. How about you?”

“I might have a few too,” he said.

“Angel,” a tech said, coming into the room.

“That’s me,” she said, standing up.

Coy stood up with her. They were both in scrubs for work today.

“I’m Brooke,” the tech said. “I’m going to be doing your ultrasound today. First off, do you want to know the sex of your child?”

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