21
Evie
I wanted to wear my beautiful glittery high heeled shoes. They were gorgeous. I felt
elegant and sexy in them. They were the ones I wore the night I redecorated the loft with massive amounts of blankets and pillows. But now I sat on the bed and could only stare at them in the closet.
Jeremy walked into our room.
“What are you doing?”
I exhaled. “Drowning in self-pity.” I was honest. It was hard to hold anything back.
He followed my stare. “What’s in the closet?”
“All my heels,” I whined.
“Babe, I’m not following.”
I pushed off the bed and staggered to my feet. “I’m nine months pregnant. Even if I could squeeze my feet into those shoes do you think it would be a good idea? I’d lose my balance. I miss my shoes. I miss my clothes. I miss my honeymoon lingerie.”
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” Jeremy held my face between his hands. “What did you do with the honeymoon lingerie.”
My eyes narrowed and I hit him in the chest. “Not funny.”
He laughed. “Why don’t you put some on?”
I growled. “Because I’m nine months pregnant.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist. I could only get so close before my belly bumped into him.
“I love you like this. You’re gorgeous to me, Evie. Always.”
I twisted my lips together. “Stop being so sweet.”
I grabbed a stack of baby clothes I had folded and walked across the hall into the nursery. We had to decide between the guestroom and Jer’s sports room, and we chose to put a daybed in the nursery and make it a combination guestroom. That way when my mother came to stay and help with the baby, she’d have a space. And the bathroom was attached, which was convenient.
It was also a good excuse not to uproot Jer’s baseball career into boxes and storage. I knew he was happy about the nursery, but it wouldn’t have been easy for him to give up his space. I could tell what he was thinking the first time it came up. He had to draw a line somewhere.
I loved the nursery. Some days I would sit in the glider we had custom made and rock. I’d look around at the books I had collected and the gifts friends had sent. Our baby would be happy here. Our baby would be loved.
I tucked the tiny onesies into drawers.
My hand rested on my stomach.
“Oomph.” I felt a sharp tightening around my abdomen. I flinched. I straightened my back and moved to the glider. I just needed to put my feet up.
Jer peaked inside the room. “I’m going to workout. See you in an hour.”
“Jer, wait.” I grabbed my belly again when another wave hit.
“What?”
I bit my lip. The spasm subsided. “It’s probably nothing. Have a good workout.”
He walked toward me and leaned down to kiss me. His lips were firm. I tasted cinnamon on his tongue.
“Mmm,” I purred. “Oh shit,” I cursed.
