Nick's question lingered in the air, a sweet promise of an evening filled with warmth and shared moments. The sparkle in his eyes revealed a mixture of excitement and tenderness, a combination that never failed to stir my heart.
"Two weeks from now sounds perfect," I replied, a playful smile gracing my lips. "What's the occasion?"
Nick's response was accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes and a knowing grin. "Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be that special, would it?"
His playful mystery left me intrigued. "Hmm. True," I sighed in mock defeat, fully aware that he had successfully added an extra layer of anticipation to our plans.
Our conversation then shifted to another topic, one that carried a different kind of anticipation—the impending arrival of our baby. Nick's question about the baby's due date brought a thoughtful shrug from me. "Maybe a few weeks, but it might come out earlier or later."
The anticipation of a new addition to our family lingered in the air, adding a layer of excitement to our everyday conversations. Little did we know that our discussion would be momentarily interrupted by the sound of Noah's tears.
As Noah's cries echoed through our home, both Nick and I turned our attention to our distressed three-year-old. In a swift moment of parental understanding, Nick put out his arm, insisting that I stay. "No, you stay. I'll go."
I watched as Nick left our bedroom and entered Noah's room. However, the crying intensified, and soon Nick emerged, rubbing his neck. "Sorry, but he wants you."
With a shared look of concern, I got up and made my way to Noah's room. He extended his little arms, seeking comfort. Unfortunately, my burgeoning belly made it challenging to pick him up. "I can't carry you, sorry bud," I explained gently, stroking his cheek. Instead, I settled on his mini bed, and he nestled into my side, his small body finding solace against the curve of my pregnant belly.
"Shh," I whispered, playing with his soft hair. The room became a haven of reassurance and love as I comforted Noah, the joy of our impending celebration temporarily set aside for the more immediate needs of our little one.
In those quiet moments, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate dance of family life—filled with plans, surprises, and the constant ebb and flow of love that connected us all. As Noah's tears gradually subsided, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the beautiful chaos that made our family uniquely ours.
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AFL Story | Nick Daicos
FanfictionBoth Nick and Madison's families were close growing up. When Madison had to move to Sydney for 3 years for university she left everything behind in Melbourne. Once returning home, Nick had the biggest glow up... I mean 3 years does make a difference.
