“Are you ready to hear what it is?” the nurse that was rubbing her weird tool all over my mom’s belly said.

“Yes!” My whole family had said.

“It’s a. . .boy!”

I couldn’t believe it. As soon as I had heard the evil word “boy”, my heart had dropped.  Are you kidding me? A rough ,stinky and cootie holding brother? What?!

I immediately broke out in tears.

“No!” I had said. I was not going to have a little brother. There was no way.

“But the doctor. . . said he. . . was p-pretty. . . sh-sure it was a. . . g-girl!” I had said taking little breaths in between words like most  little kids do when they cry.

A week before this appointment, my mom had another check up. I was in there  right beside her as the doctor had said,

“Well, there’s a 75.34% chance its a girl!” From that moment on, I was expecting a cute little sister. Instead, I got a stupid little brother.
“What had I done to get this?”I had asked myself.

  My step-dad and brother were all happy, and my mom was just trying to comfort me. What 6 year old girl didn’t want to have a little sister? I continued crying. This couldn't be happening. Once the nurse was done checking if everything was healthy with my new baby brother, we had left. Because my family was very competitive, we had all made a deal. If it was a girl, I would get a build a bear, and my mom would get a new perfume. If it was a boy, my brother would get a new baseball cap and my step-dad would get a new pair of shoes. This, of course, had all gotten me excited. A little sister AND a new build a bear. I was on all fours.

“It's okay Aubree, you’ll love him just as much.” my mom had said.

“No.” was all I had said.

 On our way to the mall, I had stopped crying. I had wiped my tears and tried to see the good in things. But only because my mom had told me how he could be my little “assistant” and do what I wanted. I guess this couldn’t be so bad after all.

  My family had still gotten me a build a bear, of course, because that whole deal wasn’t actually real, and everybody was going to get what they wanted, no matter what gender it was.

I sat, still trying to make myself upset about having a baby brother, but in reality, the thought of having somebody do whatever I wanted stayed in my mind the most.

“I mean. . . I could dress him up as a girl, make him dance with me, and have fun little tea party’s” I told myself.

“It wouldn't be so bad.”

5 months after all of this, on July 3rd, my big brother had gotten a text message with a picture saying

“He’s here!” from my mom.

He called me into the front room and showed me his phone.
“Awww!” I had said, scrunching my nose. I had instantly wanted to see him.

“Jaquin’s on his way to pick us up, so get ready.” my brother had said.

  We were at my dad’s house, since it was his weekend to have us, and my stepdad was the only one who could pick us up at the time.

A little bit after I had gathered my stuff together and gotten myself ready, my step dad was here.

I had quickly jumped into our car and was ready to see my new baby brother. With only 10 minutes away, my mind was racing with all of the things that we would do together when we were older. From playing tag, to getting an advantage, to winning almost everything, I was excited. And in this moment, it didn’t matter if he was a boy or girl.

   I opened the hospital door, and saw my mom laying on the hospital bed.

“Hey!” my mom had said to my brother and I.

“Hi.” we both said, quietly but excited.

“He’s sleeping ,but you can still hold him.” she told us. I walked over to where he was, and saw his precious head of hair, with his little tiny face.

“Hi Jordan!” I had whispered

“Would you like to hold him?” My mom had asked me.

My face became very bright and I had instantly started to smile.

“Yeah.” I had said, bright and bubbly.

   My stepdad placed him onto my lap while I laid my hands out straight. I kept staring at his little nose, eyes and just about every facial feature he had . I couldn’t believe it. My own  very little brother. A baby I could hold anytime I had wanted, and not just a fake plastic one. One I could do almost anything with. After I had held him for a good 10 minutes, and once my arm had started to hurt, I let my big brother have a chance. I was so excited to have him finally here and take him home.

I constantly wanted to hold him in my arms, and kiss his little gentle cheeks. Maybe having a little brother wasn’t as bad as I thought.