- 1 Week Later -
[3 Months Into Pregnancy]
I can’t wait to see the baby,” I said excitedly. Adagio let out a soft laugh.
“You’ve said that for the millionth time.” I let out a sheepish grin.
“Sorry. I can’t help myself.” Adagio took and squeezed my hand.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s only natural. You’d make a good father,” Adagio reassured. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. We smiled at each other. We went through the hospital entrance and made our way to the reception desk. The nurse looked up.
“Hello and welcome to Canterlot General Hospital. How may I help you today?” she asked.
“Hi, I have a medical appointment with Dr. Turner for 11:00AM,” Adagio replied. The nurse nodded and checked over her screen.
“Ah, yes. Please head over to Room 63.” We thanked the nurse and walked down the corridors leading to Dr. Whooves’ office. Another pulse of excitement struck me. We reached the correct room and knocked as a familiar nurse opened the door.
“Hi, Adagio! It’s good to see you again!” the nurse greeted.
“Hey, Nurse Redheart. It’s good to see you again.” The lively nurse turned her attention towards me and gasped.
“Hello, Nurse Redheart. It’s been a while,” I addressed.
“Clavier? Oh my, look at you! You’re all grown up now! Still quite handsome as ever,” she teased, winking. I chuckled nervously as I felt Adagio’s death grip. “I’m only teasing. Please go right in. Dr. Whooves is expecting you.” We thanked her and opened the door.
“Hello, Adagio! It’s goo--” the voice stopped mid sentence. A man in his middle years with brown slick hair and blue eyes was staring into mine.
‘He’s still the same as far as I remembered.’ I grinned at him.
“How’s my favourite doctor doing?” I opened my arms for an embrace. Dr. Whooves’ eyes lit up and he accepted the invitation.
“My stars, Clavier! You’re still the same young man I saw several years back!” the doctor exclaimed. We let out a chuckle.
“You haven’t changed much yourself,” I returned, grinning. Dr. Whooves’ expression morphed back to professionalism.
“As much as I’d like to catch up, I still have a lot on my plate as usual.” I nodded my head understandingly. “Adagio, if you’d lay down please on the bed please,” he ordered calmly, gesturing to a hospital bed with a machine of some sort adjacent to it. Adagio nodded and walked over, laying down. “So, Clavier, what brings you here besides the little visit? Came as morale support?” I nodded my head.
“Yes.” Dr Whooves nodded. “Please lift up your shirt up to your stomach area.” Adagio complied and did so. “Pardon if I’m prying, but I never got to ask who the father was.” I sat down beside Adagio, blushing in silence. Adagio saw this and squeezed my hand.
“He’s right next to me,” Adagio admitted. The doctor’s eyes expanded, a shocked expression clearly noticeable on his profile.
“O-oh my… this is quite surprising news,” he stuttered. His expression quickly morphed into one of happiness, a warm smile crossed over his lips. “Well, it’s about time you’ve stepped on your game, lad. I’ve always wondered when you’d make your move.” I smiled and caressed Adagio’s hand beside me, smiling at each other.
“Yeah, it took some time,” I chuckled nervously. Adagio giggled. Dr. Hooves cleared his throat.
“Right! Back to the matters at hand!” Dr. Whooves applied some gel and rubbed it gently on Adagio’s stomach, making her shiver.
“That’s cold.” The doctor let out a laugh.
“It’ll take some time getting used to.” The doctor activated the machine and grabbed the scanner from it, rubbing gently over Adagio’s belly. “Hmmmmm… ah yes, there it is.” He pointed over to the screen which displayed with what seemed to be a faint, yet familiar shape of a living being growing inside Adagio’s belly. I could make out some features, most noticeably its head, body, and even a hand. It lay still on its back peacefully and comfortably, sleeping.
So many emotions began to flood my mind. “I-it’s our…” I stuttered. I was unable to finish my words as my eyes began to tear up and roll down my cheeks. I felt a rush of excitement and joy at the sight. I felt Adagio’s hand squeeze mine.
“Yes, Clavier. It’s our baby.” I gave her a warm smile and planted a small kiss on her forehead. I focused my attention back to the doctor.
“The developments over the past several weeks are noticeable such as the core sections of the body: hands, feet, fingers, elbows, ears and so on. It may even start to suck on its thumb as per developments. It’s head would’ve also developed a little bigger to accommodate the growth of its brain,” he explained. Another rush of happiness flowed through me. “Now that the foetus is three months in, it’ll start forming fingernails and toenails and even it’s kidney’s will start to function while major organs form over the next set of weeks.
“Doctor, is it possible to confirm what it’s gender is going to be at this stage?” I asked. Dr. Whooves shrugged.
“Despite the ultrasound’s accuracy, it’s still a little bit early to tell what it’s gender will be. This is because it’s genital tubercle is still developing.”
“What’s a genital tubercle?” Adagio asked, confused.
“The genital tubercle is a body of tissue that is part of the development of the reproductive system. It forms in a ventral, caudal region for both sexes which will eventually develop into a primordial phallus, or simply to put, either the male or female reproductive organs,” he answered. Adagio and I nodded our heads in acknowledgement.
“When do you think we’ll be able to find out?” I asked curiously.
“We’ll leave it for now until the next appointment. By then, I’m certain we’ll figure out it’s gender.” I smiled. The doctor began processing some documents on his computer from the ultrasound machine. He placed them inside a folder and handed them to me. “Those are documents for this appointment. Keep it safe.”
“Thank you, Doctor. You’ve been a great help for us both,” Adagio expressed gracefully. Dr. Whooves waved a hand.
“It was nothing. Anything for my two favourite patients,” the doctor proudly admitted. “Don’t tell anyone else I said that though.” We all let out a laugh and shook hands with the doctor. smiling. “I don’t think I’m ready to become a godfather at this age. I’ve still much yet to live for. Anyway, I wish you both the best of luck and I’ll see you both in a month.”
“Thanks again, doc. Take care now.” Adagio and I waved to our childhood doctor before walking out the door. Nurse Redheart was nowhere in sight.
I sighed contently, embracing my girlfriend in a hug, eliciting a squeal from her. “I’m so happy that we’re going to have a baby, you know?” Adagio smiled.
“I’m delighted just as much as you are.” Adagio and I shared a quick, passionate kiss before pulling away from each other.
“So, mommy. Shall we head home?” I teased. Adagio giggled softly.
“Let’s go, daddy.” I let out a chuckle. We left the hospital and made our way back home, hand-in-hand.