Forty-Six
Tank
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“IT’S A GIRL,” said the doctor, scanning Raina’s stomach. It was her four month checkup and he was finally doing the ultrasound.
“It is?” I said, my eyes filling with tears.
“Yes,” he replied and then explained how he could tell. “I mean, there’s a chance I’m wrong, but in this case, I think it’s safe to say that I’m probably right.”
“A girl. That’s great. She’s going to be beautiful,” I said huskily. I imagined myself, sixteen years later, meeting my daughter’s boyfriends with a g*n in one hand and a bat in the other.
“Are you crying again?” asked Raina, dryly.
“No. I just got something in my eye,” I replied, brushing away the tears.
Raina chuckled. “Doc, you might want to check Tank’s stomach to make sure he’s not pregnant, too. He’s been so emotional la
