“Why do you have to be so damn perfect?” I sigh.
“Because you make it easy. Though my wife is the perfect one, not me.” He winks. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes. Guess Giana was right. I was definitely hangry,” I say and he laughs.
“Great, because I was actually coming down to tell you I’m done with the room upstairs.”
“You are?” I squeal, and he shakes his head. “Ooh! Show me!”
For the past two weeks, he’s been doing something in the room next to ours. He’s been keeping it a secret from me, tellingme not to peek, and even though I wanted to, I didn’t. But he stayed home today because he said it would be done.
I didn’t miss any of the packages being delivered to the house either. I have a feeling I know what he’s been up to, but since he was so excited to do it all himself, I was like why not? Less work for me if I’m being honest.
Though it’s not like I even have to lift a finger anyway. Since we’ve been married, he really has been the sweetest, caring, and attentive partner I could have ever asked for.
I can talk to him about anything. I tell him about my dreams and fears, and he always listens, giving me his full attention. He never makes me feel like I’m bothering him with my feelings.
He helps me up from the chair, and we make our way upstairs; his arm wrapped around me since I am actually waddling now. I remember when I was fussing, telling him I wasn’t waddling, and look at me now.
When we get to the closed door, he pauses with a hand on the knob, watching me with a goofy and excited smile on his face. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Close your eyes,” I roll them at him, before doing as I’m told. “No peeking.”
“I won’t peek,” I tell him. I hear him open the door, and then he slowly guides me into the room. “I’m excited to see what you’ve done.”
“I hope you like it because I wanted to do something special for her,” he tells me.
“I’m sure everything you’ve done will look amazing, baby,” I tell him, knowing that for our little girl it will be.
“Okay. Open your eyes!” he says, his voice overflowing with excitement.
I open my eyes, and for a moment, I just stare at the room, speechless. My eyes scan the space as I take everything in. I’m actually in awe right now.
The room is painted in a tea rose color, which gives off a really light pinkish hue. I’m standing in the center, the door to my back as I start to look at everything piece by piece because there’s so much to take in.
The crib is to my right, which looks like something out of a storybook. It’s a four-poster with a light, gauzy canopy over the entire thing. The canopy is filled with tiny lights that make it look like a starry night. There’s even a big rug in front of the crib. One that’s soft and plush, it almost feels like I’m standing on a cloud or something.
“Wow, the crib and the canopy are beautiful,” I whisper in awe.
“I built it… Well, I just assembled it, but it is pretty cute, right?”
“It is,” I agree.
The window is in the center of the middle wall, and it’s covered with a sheer curtain that drapes all the way to the floor.
There’s a dresser to one side, right in front of the crib, and a comfy-looking accent chair in the middle, in front of the window, and a rocking chair right next to it.
On the left side of the room, there’s a 3D sign hung on the wall with her name spelled out in a beautiful cursive font with pictures of us and her ultrasound scans in frames around it, and right under all of that is her changing table.
And on the side where the door to come in is, that’s where her closet is. I walk over to it, opening the doors and seeing that all the clothes and other stuff we’ve gotten for her so far are already hung up neatly, along with diapers stacked up. I even see the clothes Isabella and Giana got me hung up in here, and tears instantly form in my eyes.
“Oh my God. Her room is so beautiful,” I sniffle, and he pulls me into his arms, holding me.
“You really like it?”
“Like is not a strong enough word. I freaking love it.”