Oh Baby, Just Maybe, You're Not the One

*5 months later*

I hated my life. I can't even do anything.

I looked like I was about 9 months pregnant, but in reality I still had 3 more to go. Can't wait for the that.

Asking Alexandria just got back from tour. James and me got into a huge fight about me going, but Ben stood up for me. Thank the lord.

"When was the last time you've gone to the doctor?" James asked me as he sat down on the couch next to me.

"Before you guys left..."

"THAT WAS OVER 2 MONTHS AGO. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"I HATE DOCTORS!"

"GET THE FUCK OVER IT! I'M MAKING AN APPOINTMENT FOR TOMORROW!"

I waddled down the steps to the apartment and climbed into the car.

"I'm fucking hungry."

"You have to wait."

I glared at James and pouted. "You don't have to remind me."

"Okay, Miss Bekah, please sit up here." The doctor padded the bed thing and I just stared at it.

"Why is it so high up?" I asked.

And James just came over and lifted me up on the chair.

I gave him a crooked smile. "Thanks."

"Okay, here we are." The doctor made me lift up my shirt. I had really bad stretch marks. I had to take out my belly button ring when I was around 4 months.

The doctor rubbed some type of cold ass gel on my stomach and I shuttered.

"Okay, when was the last time you had intercourse?" He asked me.

"Since I got pregnant."

I heard James sigh of relief. I smirked.

"You realize you should not until after you have the baby, right? Atleast 6 weeks after?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes." Me and James said in unison.

The doctor laughed. "Congratulations, you're having a little girl."

I smiled, as well as James did.

I hope he doesn't get crushed if the baby comes out as Danny's.

I got cleaned up and me and James were dismissed from the hospital.

"Have you thought of any names?" James asked me.

"If it was a boy, it would have been Michael Benjamin. If a girl, Brooklyn Leigh. So I guess we're going with Brooklyn Leigh."