I stared at the box sitting on the kitchen table. It was taking everything in me not to rip the lid off and see what was inside, but I'd sworn to myself that I'd wait until Tom was home. He was currently out on business for the band, still trying to get everything in order so that we didn't have to tour until both Stella and I gave birth and recovered. I'd had a sonogram today, most likely the last one I'll get during this pregnancy, but Tom couldn't attend it with me. Daddy had gone with me, but I made him promise not to look at the screen. I wanted to find out the gender of the baby with my husband, which is why I had the technician print the pictures and put them in a box for me.


Time was ticking away and I was curious to know what our baby was. When it seemed like Tom would never get home, I heard the front door close followed by quick footsteps. He was scared that I'd cave and find out the gender without him. Smiling to myself, I spun in my seat just in time to see him running through the door. He planted a sloppy kiss on my forehead and took a seat beside me, his eyes locked on the box.


"Have you looked?"


"Nope. I've been waiting for you."


Without even speaking, we both knew it was time. Together, we slid the box to where we were and slowly removed the top. There were two pictures inside, both flipped upside down. We each grabbed one, turned it around, and slowly brought it to our faces.


My eyes lit up, as did Tom's. I couldn't believe it. We knew what we were having and we couldn't be more excited. Tom jumped out of his seat and grabbed me, lifting me up to spin me around while I left a trail of laughter around the room.


"Someone to carry on the family name," Tom murmured against my neck, happiness in his voice. "A little boy!"


We held each other for a while. My emotions got the best of me and I started crying, Tom kissed my tears away with a smile. I admit, I'd dreamed about having a little girl, one to follow in my footsteps, but finding out that we were having a boy totally changed my mind. It was like everything was perfect. I couldn't be more happy about our son. I even hoped that, one day, we could give him a little sister to protect.


"What do you want to name him?" Tom asked as we curled up in the bed, our bodies tired from all the excitement. "We have the list narrowed pretty well."


"I feel like we shouldn't name him after my dad because that's so played out with our giant family.. But Daddy only had girls. This is like, his last chance to have his named carried on."


"You're not talking about last names, are you?" Tom chuckled, making me playfully punch him in the arm. "I'm kidding. So we're going to name him Rian?"


"No. I want that to be his middle name. You pick the first name."


Tom looked on his bedside table at the list. I wathced his eyes graze over every name, saying it in his head to figure out which one he liked best. After sometime, he smiled and put his hand on my belly.


"Xander Rian Gaskarth."


"Xander it is, then."


Tom leaned in to kiss me, deeply and passionately. I knew we'd have some real celebrating to do later, but for now we had to call our dad's and give them the good news.


"Daddy.. It's a boy!"

Notes

Sorry, guys! I got a little too caught up in my contest, lol. But I'm back!
-Jess.