“It’s not his,” Dr Hamilton stops and smiles at me. “Genetics will confirm, but I’m confident on the date within a week.”
“But they’re healthy?” I ask.
“Yes. They’re healthy and wiggling around perfectly,” he says. “Was a little difficult to get the measurements because they were wiggling at all the wrong times. Just happy and active.”
“And the sex?” I ask.
“You are having a girl,” he says with a smile.
More tears start to fall again, and I cover my face with my hands, trying to not outwardly sob. In some ways, I feel like this is Stacy’s way of showing us that she’s close.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean says, pulling my hands away from my face as someone else wipes the jelly from my skin so I can sit up.
“I want to name her Stacy,” I say, wiping my face. “Our daughter. I want to name her Stacy.”
“She would have loved that,” Todd says, wiping his own tears. “Also, let’s hope reincarnation is not a thing, or we are in for it.”
Dr. Hamilton laughs, and it triggers me into laughter as well. “She told me when she was dying that she’d always be with me. I’d like to think this is what she meant.”
“Well, she was always happy and never stopped moving, so reincarnation is looking possible,” Jake cackles and hugs me. “She would be sobbing happy tears over you naming her Stacy.”
“I am glad I was able to give you a bit of comfort with the date of conception,” Dr. Hamilton says. “Because you are just now receiving care, I’d like to have you come in every two weeks so I can keep a close eye on you two. I don’t suspect any issues, but I’d like to be vigilant anyway.”
“Okay,” I say as I sniff back tears.
“So, I will see you again in two weeks. You’ll get the genetic test results in a few days,” he says.
“Thank you so, so much,” I say as I get off the table to stand.
“You’re welcome,” he smiles. “I know you’re wanting to deliver at home so you can have everyone with you. I will look into you having the option of being at the hospital, and they can all be with you. If you become high risk, I very much would like for you to be watched. I will bring in a midwife that can be with you at home if you choose. She’s actually my wife, so I trust she will take care of you.”
“That sounds good,” I say happily.
“So, relax and enjoy your pregnancy, Sadie. I’ll see you soon,” he tells me as we walk back to the lobby.
We all walk to the parking lot, and I feel like I’m floating. I am happier than I’ve been in a while, but it all comes crashing down when my phone rings and I look to see that it’s my dad.
“Ugh,” I complain and hit the reject button. My curiosity is piqued whenever he immediately calls back.
“Won’t know unless you answer,” Mason says with a shrug.
“Hello?” I say with a sigh.
“Sadie,” my dad says with a sad voice.
“What is it, Dad?” I ask.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but… Your mother has passed away,” he says in a voice that I can tell he is fighting back tears.
“Oh God,” I say, covering my mouth. Everyone turns to look at me as my phone is on speaker. “How?”
“She had a massive stroke,” Dad says. “She had a second one in the hospital and died.”
“When?” I ask.
“Yesterday,” he says. “I know you have communicated that you do not want us in your life, but I wanted to give you the chance to say goodbye if you wanted to come to the funeral.”
“Uhm… Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there,” I say, glancing at everyone. “I hope you understand I am bringing the guys.”