The Missing Gem

46 | La Vie En Bleu

Lucas 

Bleu.

Blue. That's what my life looked like right now.

"Nic, I don't think I know what the color blue looks like anymore."

I put down the blue color palette on the nightstand, with dozens of different shades of blue that were somehow all very different, and traced my fingertip along Nicole's slightly larger baby bump.

"He's growing."

She turned her head towards me and flashed me a smile. "I know. In a few months I won't be able to see my feet." She wiggled her eyebrows and I chuckled at her antics.

We had woken up a couple hours ago, but wanted to spend as much time as we could in bed, enjoying each other's company and sharing kisses. And also thinking about what color we were going to paint the nursery. We wouldn't have a lot of time just for the two of us after the baby was born.

As soon as we knew the gender of our baby, we had thought a lot out loud about what the nursery would look like, what we'd need to buy and what we wanted him to have.

Diane was over the moon with the fact that it was going to be a boy, although she did wish we'd have a girl so she could have someone to "pass on her beauty tips to". Classic Diane.

Nicole's parents were very excited about the news as well, as were Melanie and Lexi - we told them the news via video call right after we came home from the doctor's office.

As for us, we couldn't be happier. We actually had a little bet going on between us to make things more interesting - if it was a girl like I thought it'd be, Nicole would have to cook me pancakes every Sunday morning and bring me coffee to bed, and if it was a boy, like Nicole guessed it'd be, I'd have to rub her feet at the end of every day and cook her breakfast every morning.

Anyway, we were both happy it was a boy.

"We should get ready to go. It's almost eleven."

We were going to see a house that caught our eye the other day, and we had a visit scheduled for today at noon.

We had been on an unsuccessful house hunt by ourselves, on our own, so I decided to speak to some friends at work and they recommended this realtor agent, who was helping us a lot, often calling us and sending us emails with houses we might like.

This place was a bit further from Nicole's apartment, where we lived, but still close to the Pixar Animation Studios and close to Diane's office where Nicole often reunited with.

It had exactly everything we were looking for - a nice backyard, a large living room, a good kitchen, an attic that's big enough for two kids and two bathrooms, one of them connected to the master bedroom.

As I was driving into the street, I could see the white house on the right side as I drove through the large and clear road.

"Wow... It looks a bit smaller than what we saw in the pictures."

Nicole said softly, her voice almost above a whisper, like she was afraid to state the obvious out loud.

"I know..." Was all I said in return, a matching whisper.

I drove through the driveway of the house and parked just outside the garage. We got out of the car and made our way inside the house and faced Tyler, our realtor.

"Hi! How are you?"

I shook his hand and showed him a warm smile. "Hello. Thank you for letting us come see the house on a Saturday."