50 Shades of Family

Preparation

((Again, isn't this picture adorable! #photoshop))

*Flashback*

Ana's POV

This is my day off, and by day off I mean, no work, no red room, just kicking my feet up and watching some House Hunters. Christian even took the day off today too. He made a commitment to me, Blip, and himself that he would do everything himself. So far he has painted the nursery a lovely light teal color, that way it fits a boy or a girl.

We still don't know.

He has set up the rocking chair that I am currently occupying, he had a few stuffed animals picked out and shipped to our new home and now he has the parts to a black wooden crybaby scattered on the floor.

I sit, watching him, as I run my fingers through the fur of one of the stuffed monkeys.

We haven't really decided on a theme yet. I guess we will next week when we find out. Christian has a pair of navy blue cotton pajama pants on, his hair is a mess, and his face is scrunched up in concentration as he reads over the instructions. He has refused to let me help him although it looks like I may have no choice.

"Christian, do you even know what your doing?" I roll my eyes and he sighs. I think he thought this would be easier.

"Yes Ana, I know what I'm doing." He sets the instructions down and grabs two pieces of wood that obviously do not connect together.

"Not those." I squeak and he places them down again. I want to laugh at his frustration with this contraption, but I know it wouldn't help him.

"Then how the hell would you read this? It says Part A and Part B should connect like this, but our Part A and B look exactly a like and the instructions show them looking totally different." He huffs, which I assume means he is done trying. I crawl out of the chair and down to him. He glares at me, obviously mad I'm not obeying orders, but I ignore his stare.

"Please let me help?" He just stares. "I worked in a hardware store for four years, I think I have dealt with more hands on construction than you." I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. I giggle at his stone cold reaction.

Soon, the façade breaks and sighs, running his fingers through his hair. My face falls as well as I recognize that look on his face. It's that same look I saw a little over four months ago.

"Christian, what are stressed about?" I rub my hand over the muscular expanse of his back. He groans and runs his hands over his face as well. Ever since he came to terms with my pregnancy he's started stressing over small things.

"We find out the gender our baby soon, I have work, you're almost to your third trimester, and this room isn't even close to being finished." I don't say anything, instead I just nod and encourage him to continue. "I want to be a hands on father and make things easier for you, but I just...I don't know."

"Number one finding out the gender should be a joyous occasion, you can take vacation whenever you want, again my third trimester is a good thing, and the room doesn't need to be done at this very moment. Number two, you are making things easier for me. More than you know." I run my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful this time making him look at me.

"And number three, you are a hands on father. You have been doing an incredible job dealing with everything thus far. Christian, give yourself some credit. You will be a phenomenal father, you are already a phenomenal father." I stand up and go straight to the baby's first sonogram picture. Once I have the yellow frame in my hands I go plop down next to my husband again.