Page 75 of Home Run

“No worries. Call me if you need anything. You’re gonna be fine, Tan,” he replied, before hanging up.

I swallowed down the lump that suddenly formed in my throat from his throwaway comment. I would be fine, better than fine. I was going to nail this dad thing. Blinking away the moisture in my eyes, I turned to Millie.

“Well, what did he say?”

“He’s sending us a spreadsheet.” And there it was, right at the top of my emails when I opened it. “Jesus.”

“What?”

I turned my screen to Millie. It was only open on the first tab titledfurniture. Rows and rows split out according to room, not unlike the floor at Bergdorfs we were sitting on. If my brother ever decided to pack in medicine, he could work in retail.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, my brother is freakishly organized. As well as being the biggest tech geek you’ve ever met.”

She scrolled through the list, flicking between the different tabs, all as full of information as the first one.

“I’m not complaining, this is more than we could have ever come up with.” She smiled, and the expression of helplessness she’d been wearing was replaced by one of hope. Peering at the list again, she added, “Come on, let’s go and find our baby a bassinet.”

I wasn’t about to tell her I didn’t even know what a bassinet was.

Two hours later and we were still in the baby bedroom department. We’d only bought one crib and I hadn’t found out what a bassinet was.

On the plus side a very helpful woman named Julie had introduced herself as the Bergdorf Goodman’s baby preparation expert, or something along those lines, and we’d hired her immediately.

Another item we’d ticked off our list—even if it hadn’t beenonour list when we’d walked in—was decorating the nursery, because Julie was managing it along with everything else that we apparently needed doing. I had a feeling Julie was going to become Millie’s new best friend. Mine, too, seeing as I knewnothingabout paint swatches.

“Do you like this color?”

I’d been flicking through a thick pile of baby blankets, which had to be made of clouds for how soft they were, and glanced up to find Millie holding a piece of white card.

“Which color?”

“This one.” She waved the card at me.

“It’s white.”

“It’s not, it’s creamy.” Her eyes dropped to read the back. “It’s called Corduroy.”

It was the way she was looking at me, almost begging me to make the decision, even though I was certain the walls were already that shade.White.

“Julie said she can get the team in to start decorating beginning of November. It’s after the playoffs, I thought that would be okay, right?”

My entire body flooded warm and fuzzy, like I’d been wrapped in one of those cloud blankets, but it was purely because of this girl in front of me. I never realized she paid any attention to the schedule. “You know when the playoffs are?”

“Of course I do. You’re winning them, aren’t you?”

Before I could stop myself, my hands had surrounded her face and my lips pressed to hers. “Yes, babe. We’re winning.”

If she was shocked or unhappy with my public display, she didn’t show it. “That’s what I thought. Now, do you like this color?”

“Yes, I love it. It’s perfect.” I smacked a kiss to her one more time, just to tide me over. “And we’re getting one of these blankets. Actually, two. I want one.”

“I like it.” Millie brushed her fingers along the cashmere, with a smile. “I think we’re done with decorating, if you want to pick out a stroller?”

“I’d love to pick out a stroller with you.” I grinned down at her, refusing to be the first one to break the lock our gaze was in.

Julie didit instead.

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