"I don't even like thinkin' bout shit like that. Anythin' could kill ya when they didn't have hospitals.. I'd probably be long dead. Mack too," she admitted, laughing a bit and leaning back, snuggling into the arms her girlfriend had around her waist. "I'll take ya to a real classy hospital. One with like.. someone to dry your hands in the bathroom. And mints on the pillow."
She had almost forgotten that there was another appointment soon, and such an important one, and she practically jolted up at the reminder. "Shit! Already? We're gonna know?" she asked, already grinning at the thought. It made her feel oddly nervous, even though she knew it didn't matter. Boy or girl, they'd work through it the same. But boys did have cute clothes. "If we're pickin' names, I still ain't backin' down on Rhianna. Or what about Tony? Like as in, Tony Romo, our future husband. I guess I can share since it's wit' you."