The driver began flir:ting with me, showering me with compliments and even asking me out. I transformed to him in disbelief and showed him my very obvious baby bump but what he said next left me completely speechless.
I had just ended my last prenatal check-up, and everything seemed perfect. The doctor told me that in just ten days, I’d finally be holding my baby. I walked out smiling, my mind was full of thoughts of names, diapers, and tiny socks.
Then suddenly, the sharp sound of brakes snapped me out of my daydream. A car stopped beside me, and a smooth male voice called out from the window:
“Hey, did you know that walking ahead of me is a Renoir painting?”
I froze. Was he talking to me? I glanced around and no one else was nearby. My heart skipped. He was talking to me… a woman in her ninth month of pregnancy.
I lifted my hand to show him my engagement ring, hoping he’d get the hint. But he just smirked. Half-jokingly, I turned sideways so he could clearly see my big belly—nine months along, unmistakable.
Instead of backing off, he grinned wider.
“So what? We could still go on a date, right?”
I felt my cheeks burn part embarrassment, part anger, and maybe a strange, fleeting sense of flattery. It had been a while since anyone looked at me as a woman and not just an expectant mother. Still, I stood my ground.
“Can’t you see I’m pregnant? I’m due in ten days!”
He squinted, gazed directly at my belly, and said something so surprising that I nearly dropped the flowers I was holding. For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. Surely, he’d realized how inappropriate he was being and would apologize.
But no, he tilted his head thoughtfully and said, almost to himself, “So… in ten days, huh?”
I frowned, not understanding where this was going. Then he added, musing softly,
“Actually, fifteen days sounds better. It’ll be calmer then.”
He looked right at me, as if he had just made up his mind, and said with an easy smile,
“Well then… fifteen days it is. What do you say?”
I stood frozen, caught somewhere between shock and laughter, thinking, Is this real life?
Did a stranger just schedule a date for after I give birth?
