TITLE: Needing Her
GENRE: Women's Fiction
I wanted to hear “It’s a girl!” for Christmas.
A sweet, baby girl I would sing dreamy lullabies to, wrap in my arms, and snuggle close. She’d be a beautiful springtime baby born just in time for Easter.
I envisioned my little girl wearing a dress with pink stripes over soft white linen. I could see her chubby cheeks, eyes as blue as mine, and my husband’s dimples. She would be the perfect match to our three-year-old son.
“Are you ready to find out?” my husband, Ryan, asked me.
We sat in the doctor’s office, waiting for our twenty-week ultrasound. Our son Wyatt played next to me with two dump trucks we brought along.
“BAM!” Wyatt screeched, crashing one dump truck into the other. The loser rolled down the polished armrest of the chair, careening to the carpet.
“Wyatt, pipe down,” Ryan said.
Our son grinned up at his father, one side of his lips hitched up higher.
“I still think the baby’s going to be a girl,” Ryan said, flipping briskly through a sports magazine.
“I hope it’s my girl,” I said, for what seemed like the twentieth time that week.
Ryan grimaced. “Victoria,” he chided. “The health of the baby is all that matters. You know that.”
“I know, I know,” I let my words trail off. He knew all about my longtime dream to have a daughter, so I could piece together a part of the void that lingered in me.