Page 83 of Skating the Blue Line
Setting my feelings for my baby’s father aside, I walk into the Dark Knights fan shop and head straight to the baby section that they have.
It’s small but it has exactly what I’m looking for.
I grab a onesie with Liam’s number and name on the back and head to the cash register.
A smile, one that makes me look like an absolute lunatic, stays on my face the whole way back to Liam’s place.
I have been planning for this surprise for about a week now, getting two different color wrapping paper. So the second I get to the apartment, I head straight to my room and start getting everything ready.
Telling someone the gender of their baby is a special occasion.
So special that I even decided to make dinner to go with the news.
All the stops are being pulled tonight, nothing is getting held back.
Sometime around ten, I take out the enchiladas that I made out of the oven and head to my room to change.
Like I said, I’ve been planning this all week so I had time to order a dress in advance that makes my little bump a lot more noticeable.
Once I’m all set, I grab my gift and head back to the kitchen to set the table.
Maybe I’m doing a little too much, but I’m excited. I have to do something that will keep my hands busy.
Right at eleven ten, the front door of the apartment opens, signaling that Liam is home.
I’m like a ball of excitement ready to burst out with the news, but I take a few deep breaths to keep myself calm.
I might fail at the staying calm part because when Liam turns the corner, he stops dead in his tracks the second that he sees me and his face goes from relaxed to confused.
“Hi,” he says, putting down the duffel bag that he uses for short trips, and doesn’t move from his spot.
He’s still wearing his suit, and I have to keep myself from drooling. Seeing him in a suit always takes me back to the night that we met.
God, how I wish we can get a repeat of that night.
Stop it.
“Hi,” I say to him, giving him a big smile.
“Everything okay?” he asks, suspiciously.
I nod. “Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?” I’m pretty sure I’m bouncing up and down, but I don't know if it's just in my head or I’m actually doing it.
“Because I texted you earlier about your appointment and you didn’t respond.” He says, crossing his arms.
I saw his text and it took everything not to respond. If I did I was for sure going to tell him what we were having. I wanted to wait.
“My phone died and I forgot to charge it when I got home. I was a little busy.” I say, my smile growing even more.
“Busy?” He asks, coming closer to me.
What’s with all the small little questions? He should just get to asking the most important one.
“Yup, busy. I made dinner.” I wave for him to follow me into the dining room that he doesn't use, so he could take in all my hard work.
“You made dinner at ten o’clock at night?” He asks, following behind me.
I give a nod as I cross the threshold into the dining room.
