The driver started flirting with me, showering me with compliments and even asking me out. I turned to him, incredulous, showing off my obvious baby bump, but what he said next left me speechless.
I had just come from my last prenatal appointment, and everything seemed perfect. The doctor had told me that in just ten days, I would finally have my baby in my arms. I left smiling, my head full of names, diapers, and tiny socks.
Suddenly, the screech of brakes pulled me from my thoughts. A car pulled up beside me, and a soft, confident male voice spoke to me from the window:
„Hey, did you know that the person walking in front of me looks like a Renoir painting?”
I froze. Was he talking to me? I looked around, and there was no one else. My heart leaped. Yes, he was talking to me… a woman nine months pregnant.
I held up my hand to show him my engagement ring, hoping he’d get the hint. But he just smiled mischievously. Half-jokingly, I turned sideways so he could clearly see my enormous belly—nine months along, impossible to ignore.
Instead of backing away, he smiled even wider.
„So what? We could still go on a date, right?”
I felt my cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment, anger… and maybe a small, fleeting compliment. It had been a long time since anyone had seen me as a woman and not just as a mother-to-be. But I stood my ground.
„Can’t you see I’m pregnant? I’m due in ten days!”
He narrowed his eyes, looked at my belly, and said something so unexpected that I almost dropped the flowers I was holding. For a moment, I thought he’d misheard and that, realizing how inappropriate it was, he’d apologize.
But he didn’t. He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering, and murmured almost to himself:
„So… ten days, huh?”
I frowned, not understanding what he was getting at. Then he added, in an almost meditative tone:
„Actually… fifteen days sounds better. By then everything will be calmer.”
Then he looked directly at me, as if he had just made a decision, and with an easy smile said:
„Perfect then… fifteen days. What do you say?”
I froze, caught between surprise and laughter, thinking:
Is this real?
Did a stranger really just schedule an appointment… for after I give birth?