"You are about 4-6 weeks pregnant," the doctor says as she swivels around that thing they put cold gel on for the ultrasound."Wow," I heard Blake express. "When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" He dumbly asked.I smacked the back of his head which earned an "ow" face from him. "What? I don't know this stuff," he defended.The doctor just laughed and said, "you two make a good couple. But to answer your question, first-time dad, it's far too early to tell the sex of the baby. I will have you booked for the next appointment.""Thanks, doc," I shyly smiled. "No worries. But this stage is very crucial to the mommy. That's why you, sir, should take extra good care of your wife," the doctor sermoned.

It's Friday and it has officially been five days since Blake and I decided to romantically be together. Of course, this is all thanks to our unexpected unborn child.Blake has been all up my pregnant business—cooking for me all the time, making sure I drink the right kind of milk or eat the right kind of food. Drive me around to wherever I want to go. It's crazy.  Don't even get me started on the books he bought about babies and how to be good parents. I haven't said anything or negatively reacted to anything yet because I didn't want to ruin this for him. Our current situation lightened him up so bright that I feel like it's making him whole again. This little melon inside me is somehow fixing him. His mood has changed completely. He's always excited about the l

One of the things that I hated about being in a relationship is having to fight. Who doesn't, right? Apparently, it's part of the package, which is why I was avoiding entering into one.But Blake is different, he's special. One might say that he is worth the fight. Unfortunately, as of the moment, he feels less special right now. He had no right to barge in like that. Now, I know I have my fair share of fault too, as to not being able to update him of my whereabouts.At the moment, we just finished eating our very awkward lunch. "What time are you going back to work?" I asked, breaking the silence between us."In a few minutes. Are you headed home next?" He asked, still worried about me. I find it very cute but I waive it off as my pride is still having its way.

It was already 11 AM when Blake and I decided to have breakfast after our make-up rendezvous. We really do patch things up physically. We were talking about the wonders of eggs in all the meals when his phone rang. He went to the bedroom to get it and I heard him answer with;"Hello?""Yes, this is he.""Hi, Johnny! How's it going?"Johnny? Was it his johnny friend from the restaurant last week? Oh, wait, yeah, the barbeque party was today!"That was today? Oh, shit. Sorry, man. Yes, of course. Let me check with Maddy and I'll let you know. Okay, bye."I acted as if I wasn't just listening to his

I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and Michael Buble's voice echoing all over Blake's apartment.  I stood up, stretched my pregnant body, and followed the mouthwatering smell to the kitchen."Good morning!" Blake cheerfully greeted. Only Blake can pull off a very attractive look only with a plain white shirt under a "Men CAN Cook" apron and a pair of Johnny Walker boxer shorts.  "Breakfast?" He asked, pointing to a big pile of pancakes on the counter and interrupting my thoughts. "Yes, please!" I happily accepted, jumping on the chair and grabbing the bottle of syrup greedily."Hey! Hey! Leave some for me!" Blake warned, pointing a spatula to me. I playfully replied, "Not a chance!" He laughed and finished the last few pieces of pancakes and sat beside me. He offered me fresh juice as he sipped on his hot coff