Chapter 43 Delay Tactics
Delay Tacticts
LANIE
“So, do we want to find the sex out?” The tech asked.
Baz deferred to me. My heart raced. I thought I knew definitively already. I’d done a lot of research on the Internet in between takes to know what I was looking at. I’d seen a ton of ultrasounds of my nephews to know. This was a boy.
I didn’t want to know. Or, more, I didn’t want Baz to know.
Ever since Chicago, Baz and I had been so happy.
He’d been sweet as pie, trying to make time to visit.
We mostly went at it like rabbits. To my surprise, he didn’t mind my body at all.
While most of these visits were hotel room trysts, he did come to dinner at Mum’s.
She apologized weeks before and took an interest in my prenatal appointments.
My transatlantic pregnancy was odd, but nothing with me was normal.
My biggest fear now was for the tech to tell us this was a boy and for Baz to go cold. He wasn’t exactly obsessed with fatherhood, but the look on his face had been one of awe upon seeing our baby on the monitor. I worried he’d assume his work was done and would leave.
I felt the reins slipping through my hands, “No. I want it to be a surprise.”
Baz furrowed his brow. “Lanie, you said—”
“I changed my mind. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a surprise?” I asked.
Baz didn’t protest, instead nodding at the tech in agreement. “If that is what my wife wants, it’s her choice.”
Baz squeezed my hand. It wasn’t the reaction I expected.
“Well, then, we shall wrap this up with a bow and a few more photos.”
I looked at Baz, watching him take in the fact that this baby wasn’t just an idea anymore. It was real. And while I still feared him leaving, I had a bit more heart. I wanted to believe that we’d still have a great love story to tell.