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Reaching for her hand, I gave it a slight squeeze. “We’re figuring it all out as we go along, but as for your last question, I don’t even think the therapist has that answer.”
She nodded. Then grinned. “Who do we tell first?”
“A part of me wants to drive up and scream from the mountains that we’re having a little girl, and the other part wants to keep it all to myself. Who doyouwant to tell first?”
Laughing, Brystol said, “Same. But maybe we should invite our parents to dinner and tell them first.”
I let out a sigh. “Thank God you didn’t want one of those gender reveal parties.”
She smiled. “Simple is better.”
Kissing the back of her hand, I replied, “Agreed. In the meantime, I’m starving too.”
“I’m kind of craving a hamburger.”
“Hamburger, it is.”
“Does everything look okay?” Brystol asked for the hundredth time.
“Babe, take a deep breath. Everything looks beautiful. Everyone will be thrilled, and this evening will be magical.”
“You’re right,” she replied, before kissing me quickly. “You’re absolutely right. I need to just calm down.”
“Should I put Tay on?”
Brystol laughed. “I listened to her earlier in the storage room at the store, while doing inventory.”
“You didn’t lift anything, did you?” I asked.
“No,Dad, I didn’t.”
The doorbell rang, and we both turned to face the front of the house.
“Here we go,” Brystol said on an exhale.
“Do you want me to answer it, or you?”
Wringing her hands together, she shook her head. “Let’s open it together.”
“Are we going for a 1950’s vibe?”
She let out a nervous laugh while hitting me in the stomach.
I took her hand, and we headed to the door. When I opened it, I saw both sets of our parents standing there.
“Hey, Mom, Dad,” I said and kissed my mother on the cheek when she walked by. “Nancy, Drake, how are you both?” I kissed Brystol’s mom as well.
“Hi, Rachel and Nick!” Brystol said, giving both my parents a hug and kiss, followed by her parents. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.”
My mother and Nancy both smiled, and I knew they were dying on the inside to find out the baby’s gender.
“I’m starving!” Drake said as he made his way toward the kitchen. “Tell me you have beer, Gavin.”
“He’s my son, Drake,” my father stated, following right behind. “He’ll have beer.”
“Wine?” Nancy asked Brystol.
“In the wine fridge,” she replied.
