Chapter 92: Are We Really Doing This?

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Juan month later (July 30th, 2016?)

Emily POV:
"Ali, babe! Wake up!" I yell as I jump on top of her.

"What." She groans, and rolls over underneath me to look at me.

"We have the appointment today!" I cheer and smile widely at my blonde beauty.

"You're so cute." Alison giggles, and cups my face.

"Yeah, but not as cute as the new baby will be." I say, "now get up, lazy butt." I order, and give her a kiss on her soft lips before getting off of her and leaving the room.

I go into the kitchen, and see Eden pouring herself some cereal. "Hey, mom." She greets me with a smile.

"Hi, baby." I reply.

"I'm not a baby!" She shrieks, and giggles cutely.

"You are four years old. Therefore, you are still my baby. And you always will be." I argue. Eden rolls her eyes. "I almost five!" She says, holding up five fingers.

"You won't be five for another five months, though." I tell her, and she sighs. "Whatever."

She grabs the milk, and pours some into her bowl and gently sets it down before looking at me. "It's six months."

I sigh. "Whatever. That means you'll be four for even longer."

I lean back on the counter, and look at Eden. She's halfway to five years old. I met her when she was just fifteen months old.

"Charlotte is almost three!" Eden adds, not being able to say her R's yet. "In four months!"

"Stop." I groan, tossing my head back. "Is your sister still sleeping?"

"Yeah. I tried to wake her up, but she bit me!" Eden squeals. "How rude is that?!"

I laugh at the huge personality Eden already has. "That is so, very rude."

"I know!" Eden shrieks, putting a small spoonful of Cheerios in her mouth. She swallows, and looks at me again. "I should bite her back."

"No!" I laugh loudly. "You can't fight fire with fire!"

"Well, we should be able to." Eden huffs, and rolls her eyes, looking to the side. "When is aunt Hanna and cousin Carter coming over?"

"In about an hour. So hurry up and eat, then we'll get you dressed."

Carter will be two next month. Well, more like twenty-five days. Hanna is an emotional wreck about it because her baby is growing up. I suggested they have another baby. I'm not sure if they decided to, or if they want to wait a little longer.

While Eden eats her breakfast, I go wake up Charlotte. "Baby, wake up. Aunt Hanna is coming over." I say quietly.

She whines a little, but rolls over and looks at me with sleepy eyes. "Mowning!" She squeals.

"You are so damn cute." I chuckle.

After the girls are up, fed, and bathed, I dress them in matching outfits. A black v-neck with white jeans and black Converse.

"Alison, are you awake?! I'm already showered and dressed! So hurry up!" I shout from the living room while I put Bubble Guppies on for the girls.

Alison walks out of our room in light washed jeans and a black crop top with pink Converse. "I'm ready."

"Cool. Hanna should be here soon with Caleb and Carter." I tell her. "We'll go eat after the appointment."

Once Hanna and Caleb arrive, I give them a hug and cuddle Carter for a few minutes before Alison and I have to leave.

"I'm so nervous and excited." Alison says as we drive down the road.

"Me too."

"What are you hoping for?" She questions as she looks at me.

"I kind of want another girl." I admit. "But a boy would be perfect, also."

"I want a boy." Alison tells me. "Boys seem to be easier."

"Not when it comes to potty training." I say.

"It's a good thing Eden and Charlotte are potty trained, we don't have to worry about diapers for a while."

"True." I agree.

We continue to make small talk until we've arrived at the clinic.

"Alison and Emily Fields!" The doctor calls after we've been waiting for a few minutes.

We go into the room, and Alison sits on the table.

"I'm Dr. Pierce." She says. "But you can call me Maggie."

She checks up on Alison, and asks us both a few questions, and smiles. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." Alison and I answer in unison.

A/N GASP!
I know what I want to sex to be. 🙈🙊 And I have a name. 😜🤑
Actually... I'm thinking about what I want the sex to be. It's 50/50. But either way, I have names picked. 😏

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