Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Carter
I made sure to keep Zoey and the baby safe at all times as the months flew by.
I could tell she was irritated by it, but she knew I was only doing it out of love.
Today was when we would find out the sex of our child at a gender reveal party that Holly was throwing us at our penthouse.
It didn’t matter to either one of us what the gender was.
We just wanted him or her to be healthy.
Our friends gathered for dinner and drinks as we anxiously waited to cut the cake Holly had specially made for us.
“Okay, you two. It’s time to find out the sex of your little one. I feel so special since I’m the only one who knows.” She smirked.
“Holly, can we please get on with it?” I asked.
She laughed and handed Zoey the knife.
“Carter, put your hand on Zoey’s like you did when you cut your wedding cake. If the cake inside is blue, it’s a boy. If it’s pink, it’s a girl. I’ll count to three. One...two...three.”
Zoey and I cut into the cake and took out a piece.
“We’re having a girl!” Zoey exclaimed.
“Perfect.” I kissed her lips with a grin across my face.
Everyone clapped and hugged us, and we all enjoyed a piece of cake and toasted the news.
A daughter. A little princess. I felt like I was living a dream and never wanted to wake up. Later that evening, after everyone left, Zoey and I climbed into a warm bath, her back tightly pressed against my chest as my hands softly rubbed her growing belly.
“I love the idea of having a little princess running around here,” I spoke.
“You’re going to spoil her.” Zoey smiled as she looked up at me.
“You bet I am. She’s going to deserve the world, just like her mommy does.” I kissed her head.
“You better be careful, or you’ll turn her into a little diva.”
Suddenly, I felt her kicking my hand.
“Did you feel that, Zoey?” I asked in excitement.
“How could I not, Carter?” She laughed.
After our bath, Zoey climbed into bed with a book, and I grabbed a pair of headphones from my nightstand and put them over her belly.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she arched her brow.
“Playing some music for the baby.”
“What kind of music?”
“Just a song. No big deal.”
Zoey took the headphones off her belly and brought them up to her ears.
“‘Daddy’s Little Girl’?” She laughed. “What are you doing? Brainwashing her?”
Taking the headphones from her, I placed them back on her belly.
“No. Of course not. How could you say such a thing? I want her to know right now that she’s daddy’s little girl, and I will always be there for her to love and protect her.”
A tender smile crossed Zoey’s lips as she brought her hand up to my cheek.
“You are an amazing daddy already.”
We stood in the middle of the rose gold and white nursery that was now ready and waiting for our daughter. She was expected to arrive in two weeks, and I couldn’t wait to hold her.
“Everything looks perfect.” Zoey smiled. “You did a great job, Carter.”
“Thanks, sweetheart, but we did a great job. I can’t believe how fast time is flying by.”
“It may have flown for you, but it feels like an eternity for me.” She smiled.
“Well, everything is done and put in its place, so now we just can sit back and wait.”
“Umm. I don’t think we have to. My water just broke.” She looked down.