VI - The Day

"Parents are the ultimate role models for children. Every word, movement, and action has an effect. No other person or outside force has a greater influence on a child than the parent."

That's what they say. Being a parent is never easy. It's not something you should not think about. It's not something easy and you can back out off. Thinking about me being a parent makes me happy. People may contradict me, but I am happy.

At first, I wanted to have a child for my parents' happiness and not for mine. Whatever people may say, I am still my parents' daughter. I am my father's princess and my mother's angel. And all I want is to make them happy and never make them feel disappointed. Even if that means doing something I am not really sure of.

But then, as I think about it, I am starting to think that maybe what happened at the party was my wake up call. If it wasn't because of that, I wouldn't consider being a parent. I wouldn't consider having my own family.

"Are you really sure about this? There's no turning back after this. Think carefully, Braelle," Noah said. I can sense a bit of worry in his voice. Having a child is a big decision for us. But it's not something we hate. A child shouldn't be hated.

"Yes, it's not only about my parents' happiness anymore, Noah. I really want this. I realized that I want to have a child, a family." I said calmly. I am sure that this isn't just a spur of a moment. This isn't just about what my parents want. It's about me being happy. It's what I want. I am not sure if this is what Noah also wants though.

"If that's your decision, fine. I just want you to know that we are together in this. This isn't only for you but also me. I won't let you be alone through this. You didn't ask but I want you to know that I want this, too."

"We don't have that deep connection nor deep feelings for each other but can we promise to be good parents for our future baby? Promise me that he or she will be your number one priority, our number one priority."

"I promise, Braelle. I promise you that from now on, this isn't only about us anymore. I promise that I will never break our baby's heart nor do something that will make you or our baby upset."

"Thank you, Noah. Thank you," I said teary-eyed before we go inside the assigned room for us where the doctor was waiting for the both of us.

This is the start. Me, having my own family will now start here. My happiness starts here.

"What are you doing, Noah?" I asked Noah when I saw him putting the foods from my fridge on the trash bin.

"What? These are all unhealthy foods. This won't be good for you and the baby," he said quite annoyed.

"It has only been ten days since that day, Noah. We aren't even sure if I am already pregnant or what. Stop overacting," I said. Since the day we went to the hospital for our appointment, he never went back to normal. He��s always overacting. He never stops fussing about things.

"I am sure that was successful so start eating healthy foods and stop eating fast foods. Our baby is the one that will be going to suffer and not you," he said as he opens a paper bag on top of the dining table.

"I asked my mom to cook this. This is healthy for you and the baby. Come here and eat," he said as he pulls a chair for me. The food that he brought looks so delicious though I really want to eat something…

"This looks good. But can I have a chocolate cake later? There's a cake shop on the next block, buy me some," I said. I was craving chocolate cake since yesterday but Noah didn't allow me to go out and buy cake myself.

"I told you that's not healthy. You're not eating that! That's too sweet, Braelle."

"If I am not going to have a cake then I am not also eating this," I said as I push my plate away from me.

"Fine, I'll buy you a cake later," he said while frowning.

I couldn't understand Noah. He's always overacting which makes me feel annoyed at him. He always gets mad whenever he learns that I always order from fast-food chains. Yes, we talked about our future baby is our top priority but he's being annoying now. We don't even have the results yet and he's already overacting. I just don't want to get disappointed. What if it wasn't successful? What if the results are negative? We'd be both disappointed.

"Hey, why are you frowning?" Noah asked as he went beside me.

"You're annoying," I said.

"What? I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!! Why are you denying that? You really are so annoying. You didn't let me have a second slice of the cake you bought and you ate all the pizzas that I ordered last night. I hate you! I miss eating those since I started dieting for the party weeks ago yet you ate all those foods I ordered and you wouldn't let me eat what I want!"

"Woah! Chill. Fine, I'm allowing you to have some slice of the cake but you are not eating junk foods, okay?"

"They are not junk foods!"

"I said, chill! Anyways, I understand. They said pregnant women are more hot-headed because of their hormones."

"I am not pregnant."

"Yes, you are," he said surely.

"I said I am not. I am the woman here and I know my body, I am not pregnant." I insisted.

He waved me a paper that has the logo of the hospital where we went for the in-Vitro Fertilization and said, "Yes, you are. I just received the result."