Chapter Fifty

D'Angelo

I agreed to go with Alexis to the hospital to find out the gender of our unborn child, and she was overjoyed. When we checked in at the reception desk, she tried to clasp my hand and even nuzzled her chin on my neck in her desperation to look like the picture-perfect couple.

I felt sick to my stomach. The only reason I hadn't snapped at her was that she was carrying my baby, and I knew how difficult it was to carry another human being in your stomach.

Even so, I felt like throwing up when she touched me. The receptionist, who acted overly excited, seemed to be in her twenties, judging from her face and hairstyle - a weird combination of red, green, and white.

She greeted us warmly and I offered a watery smile while she directed us to the waiting area. As per usual, Alexis sat too close to me, touching me excessively, and when she leaned in to whisper something in my ear, I nearly recoiled.

“I'm certain I'm carrying a boy. Isabel said the signs that one is having a boy inclu