Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

the baby’s heartbeat, fingers, and toes as he took measurements.

“Would you like to know the sex of your baby?” Dr. Keller asked.

“Yes, we would, doctor,” Ellery smiled.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Black; you’re having a girl.”

Ellery looked at me and smiled. “We’re having a girl, Connor!” she said excitedly.

“I couldn’t be happier,” I said as I kissed her.

Dr. Keller handed Ellery a towel to wipe off the gel, congratulated us, and left the room. I helped

her up off the table and hugged her.

“I can’t believe that I’m going to have a daughter,” I whispered.

We left the doctor’s office and walked down the street to a local deli for a late lunch. We sat the

table and looked at the menus.

“I can’t decide what I want,” Ellery said.

“You love their chicken sandwiches.”

“I know, but I want something to go with it. I’m starving.”

The waitress came by to take our orders. Ellery told me to order first as she was still deciding. I

ordered the turkey sandwich on wheat bread. The waitress looked over at Ellery.

“I’ll have the chicken sandwich, a bowl of French onion soup, and the chef’s salad with Italian

dressing. Oh, and throw in an order of French fries,” she smiled.

I looked at her in horror. “Are you seriously going to eat all that?” I asked when the waitress

walked away.

“Yes, I sure am. Why? Do you have a problem with what I ordered?” she asked with an attitude.

“No, I don’t have a problem with anything. It’s just…”

“Just what, Connor?!” she snapped.

“I just don’t want you to get sick from eating too much,” I whispered across the table.

She was sensitive these days, and I really needed to watch what I say. Cassidy already warned me

about the hormones that come with the pregnancy. She wouldn’t look at me. I pissed her off with a

simple question. I reached over the table and grabbed her hand.

“Baby, look at me,” I said. She was looking off to the side and refused to turn her head. “Ellery,

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by my question.”

“Bullshit, Connor! You were implying that I’m fat because of what I ordered,” she snapped as she

stared at me.

“No, I wasn’t. I just don’t want you to overeat and get sick,” I said trying to diffuse the situation.

The waitress brought our food and set the feast in front of Ellery. I couldn’t look at her because I

would’ve started laughing. I thanked the waitress and reached over to take a French fry from Ellery’s

plate; she smacked my hand. She ate everything in front of her and then took a three hour nap when we

got home.

***

I walked up the steps and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom that we were converting into a

nursery. The room was empty as all the furniture had already been moved out. Ellery stood in the

middle of the room, staring at the walls. “What are you doing, babe?” I asked.

“I’m deciding what mural to paint on the wall.”

I walked into the room and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Anything you paint will be

beautiful.”

“I’ve given a lot of thought to this, and I want our daughter to have angels watching over her, like

they’ve watched over me. I’m going to paint a mural on the ceiling of clouds and angels. That way

she’ll be protected while she sleeps.”

“That sounds beautiful, Ellery. Are you sure you’re going to be able to paint the ceiling? Do you

want me to hire someone to help you?”

“No, silly, you’re going to help me,” she said.

“Me? I don’t know the first thing about painting,” I told her.

“I’ll teach you. Think of how fun it’ll be; just the two of us painting our daughter’s bedroom

together.”

She was so excited to have me help her that I couldn’t tell her otherwise. I smiled and told her that

I couldn’t wait. She put her hands on my arms and started stroking them softly. “I’m horny,” she

blurted out.

“What?” I laughed. I thought she was joking until she turned around and started unbuttoning my

pants.

“Let’s have sex and then we have to go to the paint store,” she said.

“Ok, if that’s what you want to do, here in this room, where our baby is going to sleep.”

“Oh, stop it, Connor. Live a little, and make love to me,” she said as she pulled me to the floor.

After we made love, we got dressed and we drove to look at paint colors. I really didn’t know

much about it because I always hired people to do the painting for me. Being that Ellery is an artist,

she knows all about paint. It was fun watching her looking at the different colors and trying to decide

which ones were better. She was so serious about it. She would ask me my input about the colors, and

when I told her what I thought, she’d tell me to be quiet because I didn’t know what I was talking

about. I rolled my eyes and walked