Engaged To An Rockstar

Planning a Dadchelor Party

''Ok, it's said to connect part B to part C,'' said Frankie, leaning on the dresser with his back to the window holding the directions. 

''Ok? But where is part C?'' Ezra asked, looking at the dark wooden parts scattered over the floor; his face twisted into concertation. ''Is this it?'' he asked, holding a random piece 

''No'' me and Frankie said together ''That is.........'' Frankie said looking at the directions ''Part D'' 

Ezra groaned in frustration and gently placed the piece back where it was. 

Where in our home in L. A decorating and setting up furniture in the nursery for our baby. After the concert, Ezra kept his word to the promise he made as he canceled his part of the tour; all the interviews his manager set up,  all the recording studio sessions with Charlie (to which he understood wholeheartedly) and instead have been setting up the car seat, attending my pregnancy appointments and everything else that needs help. It is almost like he throws his career and dreams aside for our child, which I may not like. As a part of me, I can't envision Ezra not doing music, but I respect it nevertheless. This is why we are trying to complete another task today before the baby is due, which is to finish the crib. And by ''we'' I mean Ezra and Frankie, so far it's not going well

''This ridiculous,'' Frankie mumbled, still looking at the directions. ''We can easily pay to have somebody build this, but no somebody wants to build this instead to impress their wife'' 

Ezra sighed, ''Or it could be for a bonding experience'' 

''For who?'' Frankie asked ''Because this is not a bonding for me; it's more like torture'' 

''Why don't we take a break?'' I asked ''We can go around town and get lunch'' 

''And then?'' Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow 

I sighed and rolled my eyes, ''And then we can order somebody to fix the crib'' 

Frankie smiled and placed the directions on the dresser ''Sounds good to me'' as he walked out of the room. I looked at Ezra, whose face was still twisted on concentration, as he looked at all the dark wooden pieces on the floor. Afternoon settles in, and I can tell by how the sunlight pours into the window and lands on Ezra's face. I slowly got out of the chair and placed a hand on Ezra's back 

''Let's have a break,'' I said 

''Just give me a few minutes,'' Ezra said without looking at me, still looking at the piece  

I sighed at his words; why can't he let this go? But instead of fighting him on this, I just let him be. Yet before I left the room, I glanced at him again, seeing him so hyper-focused on the crib pieces as I closed the door. I walked through the narrow hallway and into the kitchen, where I heard laughter. As I entered, I saw  Frankie sitting on the counter and Mary sitting on the barstool on the kitchen island. The laughter died slowly when they saw me come in. 

''What's funny?'' I asked, opening the fridge and getting a soda  

''Just telling Mary that Ezra is obsessed with building the crib,'' Frankie said, taking a bite out of a sandwich 

''Yeah, why is he so obsessed with fixing the crib?'' I thought out loud. 

''Maybe he is worried about something'' Mary said ''Like the baby, or being a father'' 

''Why? Did he say something to you?'' I asked 

''No'' Mary said ''Just from experience'' she whispered 

''Care to elaborate?'' Frankie asked 

Mary was silent for a minute, and then she sighed ''When I was younger, my father would spend his days in the shed building or fixing something'' she said, taking a sip of soda ''So whatever Ezra has in his mind, it's just a lot if he so focused on getting crib built''