Two months later
"Do you want to know the gender of your baby?" The doctor asked.
"Yes."
"No."
I glared at the man standing beside me. I rolled my eyes. "I want to know the gender of my baby," I look to the doctor.
He looks between the both of us unsure who he should listen to.
"We want it to be a surprise."
We.
He has been using a lot of we as of late. And I've thought about it a lot and it didn't sound so bad. He's been good to me and although he's not the father he has been there for me.
It would have been rude to remind him that the child growing in my womb is not his so I always smile when he's affectionate to me and the unborn child.
We're not together romantically, he's just been there for us like he promised me that he would. And he has been helping me, keeping me company, he's my boat he keeps me afloat.
Derek has been good to me and for that I'm grateful.