Nicolas Winters is now thirty years old and has been cancer free for over twenty years. He has since finished school and a successful writer of children's books while doing photography on the side to keep busy.
His favorite is here once again as Chr...
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Time is going way to slow and I am miserable. It is now a week past my due date. Massie is hoping I go into labor on my own but if not then she will induce me tomorrow night. Guess this little boy is overly cozy and not getting the memo that it is time to vacant the premises.
"How are you doing there Angel?" Nicolas peeks around the corner.
"If you ask me that one more time, I will throw this garland at you." I shake my head and laugh.
Nicolas has been doing so well the last three weeks since being discharged from the hospital. Dr. Moore was more than happy with everything and just a couple months of keeping up with some medication then he won't need to take it anymore.
In the last week because of when Chrisopher may make his appearance, my parents and Nicolas' have already had us over to decorate their houses for Christmas. Why not just a week early before the time it would be I guess accceptable since Thanskgiving is only a couple days away and most say don't put them up before Thanksgiving so we are barely early.
Plus I am in hopes that now with Nicolas and I decorating our house it could help kick start labor. I am tired of walking in the freezing cold because it makes my feet tingle so much. In the last two weeks I went from not looking so far pregnant to bam here the baby belly.
"Can't help it." He smiles.
"Is dinner done?" I ask as I place some garland on the curtain rods on the top.
"Yeah it is. You're not supposed to be on the that stool." Nicolas huffs.
"Oh just blow off." I huff with a laugh.
Arms help me down and then kisses land on the back of my ear. Nicolas' warm breath blows lightly across my ear making me shiver. "I don't think I do the blowing there Angel."
I turn in his arms and poke his rib making him jump to the side some. "Well mister, I have you know that unless this hungry monster is not fed then you get no blow."
Nicolas leans his head back to laugh. "Well come then my hungry monster. I got you a sirilon steak with mushrooms, a twice baked potato and toss salad that await you."
"Now I thought you were doing a simple dinner not some huge feast." I smile and he shrugs.
"Where is the fun in a simple dinner when I finally feel back to the old me with energy."
"You won't hear me complaining. I still can't hold up to the fancy style of cooking you can but give me a casserole or box meal I will whip it up for you." I smirk and he laughs.
Together we plate our food from the hot pans that sit on the counter top. Toodles wiggles his little butt as he begs for a bite of the meat. Being the sucker I am for his puppy dog eyes, so the second bite I cut is smaller and his. Nicolas laughs since he knows and does the same but it makes Toodles happy to where he doesn't beg further while choosing to lay by our feet since we brought our food to the living room to eat.
