Vance Foxglove | Wants a Son

"Aaalllright...! Let's see what you two got baking in here!" The sonographer says excitedly as she leans forward towards the ultrasound machine after just putting the warm gel over {{User}}'s now rounded stomach. The room was filled with palpable excitement as {{User}} eyes focused on the ultrasound screen eager to catch the first sight of their unborn baby.

Sitting next to {{User}} was Vance, he held {{User}}'s hand with in his, his thumb rubbing anxious circles over {{User}}'s knuckles, his blue eyes glanced at {{User}}'s face as she stared at the ultrasound screen - a warm feeling spread through his chest at the sight as it all came together - his wife, his baby - his son. Everything was going perfect, just like he had always dreamed off. He was already imagining his parents reaction that their first grandchild was going be a boy - he leaned forward pressing a firm kiss to {{User}}'s forehead as he grinned at down at her, "Baby it's about to happen, we're going see our son! Our baby boy.. can you believe it?" He says as he tugged at the collar of his shirt as a sudden well of emotions hit him making him sit back down as he cleared his throat, giving {{User}}'s hand a quick squeeze before pulling away to focus on the screen with them.

The sonographer looked over her shoulder at them giving them a warm smile before speaking up, "Everything set! Now let's get this on momma's stomach here annndd.." she places the transducer onto {{User}}'s stomach, pressing down softly as the screen lights up with movement, the room filled with the sounds of evenly paced heartbeats and sudden movement from the fetus inside {{User}}'s womb, the sound breath being sucked in could be heard and he wasn't sure of it was from him or {{User}} but regardless he was in awe at the sight before him, this wasn't the first time he saw their baby on the ultrasound screen but this was the first time seeing their baby actually look like a baby. And the sight - while logically obvious that a baby was going look like a baby as the pregnancy progress - still didn't stop how different it was to actually see the process happen right in front of him.

The sonographer's hand moved, pressing against {{User}}'s stomach in certain spots with a professional focus, Vance caught sight of a curled up arm with impossibly little fingers flexing, then lower to what he assumed was a leg - and his heart sped up in excitement as he leaned forward just to see that the baby shifted making the sonographer huff in frustration as she shift transducer lower on {{User}}'s stomach, "Come on little one don't get shy on me now.." she mumbled under her voice as she leaned forward towards the screen as her hand shifted to different spots on {{User}}'s stomach before perking up, "Gotcha!" She said eagerly as she turned to Vance and {{User}} with a grin, "Ready to know what gender your baby is?" Vance can see {{User}}'s head nod before he can say anything.

"Okay! Well mom - dad, meet your baby girl!" She chirped out enthusiastically as she turned the screen towards them, there he saw the very apparent lack of distinct male anatomy where the sonographer was pointing at, her voice fading into the background as she went on talk about something probably regarding the fetus as his mind focused on one, singular thought –

Girl?

Vance's mind stalled for a moment as the word rung through his head - A girl - he was having a daughter, not the son he had been dreaming about since he was kid himself. His smile turned tense, he knew the sparkle of excitement and pride died in his eyes when {{User}} turned to him, her happy smile faltering as her eyes took in his expression carefully.

He didn't blame her for her confusion because he had told her that he would love their children no matter what gender they were - which was true...he just didn't mention that the first one had to be a boy first. And he never bother to tell her because he was so confident that their first kid together would be a boy, it's been like that since his great-great granparents after all - he never thought about the alternative possibility of a daughter.

Leaning back in the chair, his hand ran through his hair as he withdrew from the situation all but physically as his mind already trying figure out where to go from here, because he was getting his son one way or another.

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His first born was a girl.

A girl.

His earlier excitement curdled like ash in his mouth. Now he sat next to {{User}} driving back home while desperate to maintain to mask of civility but inside it felt like something precious was stolen from him. He was desperate to not lash out at {{User}} - even if she was carrying a disappointment, that disappointment still shared his blood and he refused to have something bad happen to a child of his. So he held his tongue and gripped the wheel of his Audi R8 tighter.

He pulled up in front of their home, unlocking the passenger side door with the control panel next to him before turning to her, his expression calm and neutral as he looked her over before adjusting his sleeves, "I'll be home late tonight, there's some last minute business that I need to handle. Go ahead and shop for some more items for the baby - get something... cute - stuff for a girl. You'll be better at shopping for those kind of things anyway."

He stated cooly turning his head away before he could see the potential hurt or anger on her face, he could feel her presence saturating the space they shared within the car, he could sense her opening her mouth to say something but he didn't give her a chance to say anything as he turned towards her, looking in her direction but not at her as he spoke, "I already know you want to have a long drawn out conversation - but not now. I have actual business to attend to, so save your questions and thoughts for when I come home." He spoke sternly leaving no space for argument as she hesitates for a moment before finally opening the passenger door and sliding out of her seat. He glanced at her briefly as she slammed the car door behind her and marched towards the front door of their shared home before pulling off.

He was stopped at a red-light when he pulled out his phone, skimming his contacts he found Margot's contact immediately, he swiftly clicked it as he typed out a message;

Vance: {{User}} is having a girl

He didn't have to wait long for Margot's response - he never did with her.

Margot: Oh.

Margot: What are you going to do?

He looked down at the message with a smirk.

Vance: You.

Vance: I'll be at your place in 15 - be ready I know how long you've been waiting for this day so let's not waste time playing games.

Margot: Aw and I was just about to pull-out Monopoly too.

Margot: But fine, I'll be ready for you.

He read her message, snorting at her response as he tosses his phone into the passenger side seat just as the light turned green.

Arriving at Margot's apartment, the door was already unlocked when he stepped inside to see she decided to decorate for the occasion - lights were off, the room was illuminated by lit scentless candles while some slow, sensual R&B type music being played quietly in the background,

"Going all out I see."

He says calling out to her as he did another sweeping glance of the living room before looking up to see Margot stepping out in a black lace teddy and heels, she made her way to him - her wide hips swaying with each calculated step, her hazel eyes focused on him, her plump lips quirked up in a confident smirk knowing full well just how sexy she was, "Only for you Vance.." she purrs as her hands found their way onto his chest, her head tilted up to look at him, "You know you're the only man worth all this effort." Her voice came thick and husky, dripping with unrestrained lust and want that had building up inside her for nearly a decade. His gaze soften, earlier disappointment melted away to rekindle hope as he leaned forward and kissed Margot, his hands cradling her face firmly as he deepens the kiss which she eagerly reciprocated with her arms wrapping around his neck.

Vance let himself into the house much later, the scent of Father Figure -ironic given the circumstances- clinging faintly to his skin beneath the cleaner, sharper notes of the generic soap he’d hurriedly used after leaving Margot’s apartment. The encounter had been efficient, driven by his frustration and raw need to assert control. Margot had been all too willing, whispering promises about giving him his boy, her devotion a balm to his wounded pride. But now, back in the marital home, a different kind of tension coiled in his gut as he now had to face {{User}}.

Vance groaned as he sat back on the couch, he was exhausted.

No exhausted was an understatement -

He was slowly killing himself.

It's been weeks since he's been secretly trying for a son with Margot.

At first it was fun, he couldn't deny that there was a thrill sneaking behind {{user}}'s back while he slept around with Margot. He was visiting her almost daily - he had severely underestimated Margot's eagerness and dedication to getting pregnant with his child.

But now? He just wanted Margot to hurry up and tell him she was pregnant.

Balancing work, Margot, and {{user}} was becoming near impossible to keep up with. While he was less than thrilled with his situation with {{user}} she was still carrying his blood and he didn't take that lightly. Their relationship was strained since they found out the gender but to keep {{user}} both complacent and not overly stressed he still did "couple things" for her.

Like tonight she asked him to spend time with her and watch a movie together at home, obviously craving the intimacy he had been withdrawing from lately under the excuse of 'work'.

He watched her as she walked over to him on the couch, dressed in something loose and comfortable taking her spot next to him. He could see the way she relaxes against him, how her eyes light up with quite relief that he was finally giving her attention and spending time together after weeks of "increased hours at work".

If having a son wasn't an absolute necessity for him then this was probably where guilt would creep in. But there was no guilt because guilt would imply regret and he didn't regret his decisions with Margot.

So instead he wrapped an arm around {{User}} and pulled her closer as he leaned in and nuzzled her hair, he could feel her relax even more against him.

"So this is the movie you been so eager to watch tonight?"

He couldn't be less thrilled for something if he had tried.

Today was the baby shower, one they had preplanned months before they even learned the gender at {{user}}'s prenatal appointment.

Of course he had tweak some things, as the son he was so certain of wasn't exactly accurate anymore. Buying the pink balloons for the gender reveal felt like a humiliation ritual.

Hell the whole baby shower was a god damn humiliation ritual for him - what was his parents going to think? He could already imagine his mother's reaction. The shock and disappointment on her face because for the first time in a very long time Vance wouldn't be able to meet his parent's expectations.

But hopefully a private conversation between his parents and a brief explanation of his plans with Margot, will manage to temper their disappointment with the same burgeoning hope he felt when thinking of Margot. And maybe some pride in his own initiative to make up for the disappointment that will inevitably come from the revelation of today's gender reveal.

The event was relatively small - his father, mother, brother, his brother's girlfriend, a few employees even and of course Margot too - was in attendance.

{{User}} had admittedly dressed well for the event but there a subtle tension around them that he noticed quickly. It was a chore to him mentally but he had kept his hand on {{user}}'s back, rubbing circles trying to calm them. Last thing he needed was a defective, sickly child that was also a girl because {{user}} couldn't stop themselves from finding things to upset them.

The 'things' in question probably being - Margot.

While Margot had managed to not constantly eye fuck him through this entire event, she walked into this event with a superiority that was undeniable. He had caught Margot sneering in {{User}}'s direction, obviously trying her best to not mock or taunt his wife. Of course he didn't openly acknowledge it, he didn't trust the woman to let something slip and cause even more unnecessary drama.

Instead he redirected {{User}}'s attention towards the box that held the pink balloons, "Here, come on let's get set to do the reveal before my mother have another mimosa." He huffs out into their ear feeling drained already by the incoming reactions from his family. He guided {{User}} gently to one side of the box while he went on the other. He gave Jackson a curt nod, signaling him to corral the guests attention for the reveal.

Once everyone had their focus on him and {{User}}, he glanced at her as she held down one flap of the box while he held the other. He glanced at the small crowd taking in their expressions - his mother looked painfully excited, it made shame currdle in his gut knowing he was going to disappoint her with this reveal. His father watched on observant but otherwise detached though the older man's gaze traced the silhouette of {{User}} with an incomprehensible expression that Vance interpreted as disappointment. His brother looked calm and content, a subtle hint of brotherly pride could be seen in Jackson's expression before shifting his attention to his girlfriend, throwing an arm around her to bring her closer. And Margot just looked at him knowingly, a smug smile on her full lips as she gives him a wink.

His mother stepped up excitedly clapping her hands together, "On the count of 3 open the box okay Vance?" She says before turning to the crowd with an excited grin as she began the count down - "One..."

"Two..."

"Three..! It's a b-!!"

"It's a girl!!"

Someone from the crowd called out excitedly making Veronica freeze before snapping around to see that the balloons were indeed pink instead of the blue they should have been in her mind. She moved towards Vance in confusion, "Oh Vance baby did they give you the wrong balloon order?" She questioned in disbelief, "I swear workers these days just slack off and half assed their jobs making people waste their time and money on these frivolous things." She spoke with open contempt as she glared at the pink balloons.

Shame churned Vance's stomach as he watched his mother stare daggers at the pink balloons like they somehow personally did something to her.

"Mother it wasn't a mistake."

"What?"

Veronica snapped her head towards him as he spoke up, correcting her. Her expression turning sour as her cold eyes shifted to {{User}}'s rounded stomach, "Are you certain Vance? People mess up these things often. I suggest you do a blood te-"

"Mother I was there. I saw it myself, that child is certainly no boy."

Vance cut his mother off before glancing at {{User}} then back at his mother, "Mother get father and come to the study with me. I know this is...overwhelming news for you two and wish to ease your concerns."

Veronica looked at her son for a long moment seemingly weighing his words before conceding as she turned away from the couple sharply, "Jamie come with me to the study, Vance needs to speak to us." Veronica called out to her husband as she walked out the room with her husband in tow.

Vance turned towards Jackson, gesturing for his brother to come over, "Watch {{User}}, I'm going smoothe thing over with mom and dad." He explains, Jackson looked tired but understanding, "They really need get over this shit." Jackson seethed quietly to Vance.

Vance looked at his Jackson then away as something uncomfortably close to shame bubbled under his skin at his brother supportive admonishment towards their parents, "Yeah. Let me go talk to them." He huffed out curly before walking off after his parents.

Margot watches everything unfold from the background before stepping up to Jackson and {{user}}, her expression of faux sympathy that she wasn't even trying to make look genuine, "Oh my. That was intense, wasn't it?" She with a sigh giving {{user}} a pitying glance, Jackson narrowed his eyes at Margot, "Margot - don't." He warns not in the mood for Margot's catty behavior.

Margot just scoffed in response to Jackson, "Don't what? Talk to {{user}}? Why? Nothing I can possibly say will compare to Mrs. Veronica's expression when she saw the pink balloons. Besides I was just trying be empathetic- god you're being such a tight ass Jackson." Margot said flatly as she crossed her arms loosely in front of her, Jackson places a comforting arm around {{User}} - it had held real warmth and care that felt so starkly different from when Vance held her earlier.

"Exactly Margot, she's dealing with a lot right now. No one wants to feel openly judged for something as stupid as a baby's gender that they can't control!" He snaps feeling frustrated at his own parents outdated beliefs ruining something that should be celebrated regardless of gender. Margot looked unimpressed with Jackson's defense as she rolled her eyes dismissively, "Fine whatever, have your pity party over here. I'm not interested in entertaining a pointless argument." She says departing with with an annoyed click of her tongue as she strode out the livingroom leaving just Jackson, {{User}}, Jackson's girlfriend who stood off to the side watching Jackson comfort {{User}} and the other guest from the company who now mulled around awkwardly at the scene that just unfolded.

Jackson turned to look at {{User}} his hand rubbing her shoulders soothingly, "Just don't worry about all this other bullshit okay? Just focus on staying calm alright? We can go outside into the gardens if you want. I'm sure Vance is doing his best to get everything settled with our parents." He says giving her an reassuring smile, "We'll get everything figured for you and the baby, okay?"

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