Page 169 of The Baby Twist
Tears filled my eyes as Miles leaned over and kissed me.
“We’re having a boy, babe.” He softly stroked my forehead.
“A beautiful boy.” I smiled, bringing my hand up to his face.
Miles took the whole day off, and we went shopping for furniture for the nursery. When we entered the baby store, Miles wrapped his arm around me.
“See, aren’t you glad we found out it’s a boy? Now, we can shop accordingly.” He grinned.
“Yes, babe.” I patted his chest. “I’m happy we found out.”
I was looking at a certain crib, and when I looked over, I saw that Miles was gone. Walking around the store, I found him standing in front of a display of furniture in dark gray.
“I was looking for you,” I said.
“Sorry, sweetheart. This bedroom set caught my eye. I have a vision.”
“And what is your vision, Miles?”
“Light gray walls with this dark gray furniture—the crib, dresser, chest, rocker, and bookcases. What do you think?”
“I do love it.” I turned the price tag over, and my eyes widened. “Wow. It’s very, very expensive.”
“Really, Stella?” Miles furrowed his brows. “Nothing is too expensive for my son. You know money is no object. And the same goes for you.” He placed his finger under my chin and kissed my lips.
“In that case, can we hire an interior decorator to decorate the nursery? A.K.A. Adalyn Grant?”
“As long as we get this furniture, of course. I’m meeting with Harrison tomorrow, and I’ll mention it to him.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Miles smiled.
After a long day of shopping, I wanted to go home, take a bath, and relax.
“One more store.” Miles glanced at his watch.
“I’m tired, Miles. I want to go home.”
“We will, sweetheart. Right after this store.” He opened the shop’s door, and we stepped inside.
I was incredibly happy that he was excited about the baby, but he was taking his excitement to a whole new level.
“Can we pick up dinner on the way home?” I asked him.
“We’ll have dinner at home. Dora said it’s in the warming oven.”
“Okay.” I lay my head on his shoulder as we left the store.
I let out a sigh of relief when we finally made it home. Walking into the bedroom to strip out of my clothes, I saw a garment bag neatly placed on the bed.
“What’s this?” I turned to Miles.
“I have no idea. Unzip it and see.”
Grabbing hold of the zipper, I unzipped the bag and stared at the champagne-colored short, beaded, off-the-shoulder, flowy dress.
“This is beautiful.” I removed it from the garment bag. “What did you do?” I smiled, looking at Miles.
