Mia’s grip on my hand finally lessens. “We’re having a girl,” she repeats again in a whisper.
“We are.” I give another kiss to her head when I see that excitement light up in her eyes again.
It stays there for the entire appointment, and when we get back in my car, she keeps that same amazing smile and bright eyes that gleam with just a hint of tears as she stares at the ultrasound photos.
“I still can’t believe it,” she mumbles. “I mean, truly, I had no idea and I would’ve been happy either way, but I—I don’t know how to explain it. It feels…right.”
“I can’t say I disagree with you.” Leaning over my console, I give Mia a quick kiss. “We do have to tell everyone now, though.”
I thought it was impossible but her eyes seem to get brighter. “They’re going to lose their minds. And hey, I can finally look at baby names.”
“You meanweget to look at baby names.”
I really fight the laugh as her expression drops.
“Don’t nitpick, you know what I mean.”
I do, but that worked-up face she gets when she’s annoyed will never not be adorable to me. On our very first date, I became obsessed with it, and I can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.
Whether it’s the little wrinkle in the middle of her brows or the slight pout in her lip…it very well could be the fact that I doubt anyone really sees that look unless she wants you to. In her business and the way she carries herself in public…I get to see those sides she doesn’t openly show.
I run my hand through her hair and drape it behind her shoulder. “We have about an hour before I have to be at the stadium. Why don’t we pick up some food then we can call everyone and tell them together?”
That glint comes back to her eyes. “I’m desperately going to need some barbecue pizza. Actually baby girl is demanding barbecue pizza.”
“Our daughter’s going to be real demanding, isn’t she?”
Mia shuts her eyes as she nods. “I fear she will indeed learn from the best considering both of our personalities.”
That’s the truth. I barely make it out to the main road before both of our phones start to ring.
Mia laughs as she picks up her phone. “They’re FaceTiming the group chat.”
Of fucking course, they are. I barely get a full eye roll done before Mia answers her phone. “Hey, guys, we’re headed back to our place now.”
I’m not at all shocked to hear my sister’s voice first. “Uh, yeah, we know. I definitely have been watching your location very closely.”
Also not shocking to hear Beck follow up. “So, who’s winning the pool and getting one step closer to being Godparent?”
Fucking hell. “We’ll call you back when we get home.”
A chorus of arguments start. From what I can make out of the jumbled mess is demands for telling now and fights over favoritism.
“Mia, honey, please hang up the phone. They all can wait.”
More fighting erupts, but I’ve already started to tune them out.
“Adam, they’re just excited.”
“I know, I am too.” Reaching over at a red light, I take her phone and end the call. “I want us to enjoy it. Just the two of us for twenty minutes. No commentary, even ones expressing joy—Twenty minutes for me and you.”
Mia’s phone immediately rings again. She doesn’t even glance at who’s calling and slides her phone into her bag on the floor. “Me, you, baby girl, and very soon, a pizza.”
“I still can’t believe you’re having a girl!” Callie beams from next to me in the dugout. “And you’re wearing your new jersey tonight. I promised Will I wouldn’t get worked up again. I’m just happy for you,” Callie says as she frantically fans her face.
Dex comes over and his hand lands on my shoulder. “Adam Wright. I like it.”
“A role model for us all.” Beck tosses his glove on the bench. “After Jensen sees this tonight, she might very well pitch this idea when we get married.”
