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I watch as Diane pulls at Michael’s shirt, and they both exit the office. I send Natalie a text informing her of the results; she knows what she’s supposed to do. Her job over the next hour or so is to confirm with every news outlet that I am the father of the baby. To be sure that there aren’t any speculations, and hopefully this story will finally be laid to rest, and my wife will be able to enjoy the rest of her pregnancy.
“Congrats, you guys. I’m going to get going so I can head back to the office for a little while.”
“Thank you, Stella.” Laney gives her a small smile.
“Girl, you don’t ever have to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” She gives her a kiss on the cheek and walks out.
“Thank you, doctor, for your time. I do appreciate you taking on such a highly publicized situation.”
“I admire your relationship, Mr. Whitmore. My wife is sort of a gossipmonger. I have to admit, when she first started talking to me about your marriage and the suddenness of it, I was not impressed. But after everything I’ve seen today, I know understand it.”
“Thank you.” Laney says.
“Well, as you know when doing the procedure Mrs. Whitmore underwent we are able to find out several different aspects beyond paternity. We can also determine the sex of the baby. I have your child’s gender if you would like to know.”
Shocked, I search Laney’s face for her feelings on the idea. “What do you think, love?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, what do you think? I figured I had another month or so to think about it. Do you want to know?”
“I think I do. But if you don’t want to then I’m fine with waiting.”
“No, let’s do it.”
We turn to Dr. Sams and both nod in approval.
“Congratulations, you’re having a boy.”
“A boy.” Laney turns to me and places her hands on the sides of my face. Her eyes are emerald glass as the tears pool in her eyes. “You’re going to have a son.”
“We're going to have a son.”
“A son. Anthony Nathaniel Whitmore.”
I nod at the sound of my son’s name. “Anthony Nathaniel Whitmore.”
“I love you, Nathan.”
“I love you, love.”
