Page 111 of A Moment for Us
“Stella was on board, so this is what life is like with twins.”
That’s what I am worried about.
Double the trouble.
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After her brunch, she ran some errands and did some shopping with her mom, which allowed Stella to come over and actually decorate the nursery. I’m anxiously waiting for her to get home. An hour passes, and I see her car pull up the driveway. I head out to help with the bags.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Delia says, not sounding like herself.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m tired, and I think I ate too much. My stomach is tight, and the babies are kicking and moving a lot. I don’t know, it’s just been a long day.”
“You were gone all day.”
She nods. “We got a lot done, but I’m just . . . blah. I’m getting bigger, feeling more bloated too. I’m sure it’s all par for the course and will only get worse.”
“Maybe the doctor will have some suggestions.”
Delia shrugs. “Maybe. I’ll ask Dr. Locke when I go in for my next appointment.”
This will be the first appointment that I miss. I’m really not happy about it, but I can’t miss the meeting with the bank. “You’re sure you’ll be fine without me?”
“Yes, I am sure. It’s just a routine monthly check. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
“I can ask to reschedule with the bank.”
“No, you can’t,” Delia says with exasperation. “You’re not going to change a meeting that youhaveto be at.”
“I don’t like not being there.”
“And I appreciate that, but it’s an appointment, not the birth. I promise that it’ll be fine, and I’ll call you once it’s done and tell you what they said.”
“Fine,” I relent and grab the bags from the trunk, holding them in one hand, and press my palm to her back. “Why don’t you put your feet up when we get inside?”
“I want to see the nursery first,” she says with a little perk to her voice.
As much as I’d like to argue with her, I know better. There’s nothing that will stop her from appeasing her curiosity. “Then you’ll relax?”
She grins. “Yes. Then I’ll go lie down and let you take care of me.”
I kiss her temple. “Good.”
We walk to the door of the nursery, and I push it open, feeling a wave of nerves. I think she’ll like it, but I don’t know.
Delia’s gasp tells me all I need to know. We did all right.
The room is painted light gray and the cribs are positioned with the window between them. On the right will be our son’s side. The bedding is all set up and looks far better than I could have done it. Stella found rustic antlers, which she had made into the shape of a P, and we hung that above his crib. I was really not sure we should since Delia may want the babies to have her last name, but Stella insisted, saying that if that were the case, it would be easy enough to change it.
It’s very hard to argue with her when she uses logic.
It really is perfect though. His side is masculine but not so much so that it’s obnoxious. The furniture that Mrs. Andrews bought is a dark gray wood and finishes off that side.
Opposite of that is our daughter’s side. Here is where my sister went ridiculous. Her furniture is a whitewashed wood that has gray undertones that are feminine. Above her bed is a white canopy that makes the space soft. She had paper flowers made that go above the crib, and she said we’ll add an initial once we know her name.
