At eight o'clock at night when all the guests had gone home Melvin took Alexa to the hospital which was not far from the apartment area. Even though she initially refused, and was always angry when she was near him, in the end, the man managed to get his wife to be willing to check but on the condition that he was still wearing the same clothes as last night.
"Your gestational age is six weeks," said the doctor, who was a woman in her 30s wearing a blue dress combined with a white medical coat. She had just had an ultrasound on Alexa's stomach and was now back in the chair.
"Are you okay, Doc?" Melvin asked.
"Very well," replied the doctor with a smile.
"What are the chances it's a boy or a girl?" Melvin asked again innocently.
