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❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦❞
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
After the last baby things have been stowed away in the closet, your gaze wanders once again through the finally finished baby room.
A smile forms on your lips as your hand rests on your round belly.
Over the last two months, Travis and you had done a lot of work in the nursery to create a beautiful room for your unborn daughter.
Now the room with the light pink walls and white furniture was finally finished and it couldn't be more perfect.
Even all the clothes that you had just sorted into the wardrobe were already waiting to be worn by your little Peanut.
Peanut was the nickname Travis had given your daughter as soon as he found out you were pregnant.
Since then, the nickname has been used by both of you whenever you address the little one.
You already had a name for your daughter, but you didn't want to announce it to your families until she was born, so it was still Peanut.
Your finger gently stroked the many different items of clothing that not only you and Travis had bought, but had also received as gifts at the baby shower.
It was about time to pick out the first outfit for Peanut, as it could be any day now.
Your hospital bag had been in the trunk of your car for weeks, but you hadn't yet been able to decide between all the cute outfits which one you should take to the hospital and dress your daughter in first.
"Honey?" Travis, who had just come back from running a few errands at the supermarket, called out because you were hungry for ice cream and your husband had run straight out to get it.
"Baby room!" you shouted back as you pulled out a hanger or two to look at the outfit on the hanger.
There was too much choice and each outfit seemed to get cuter so you just couldn't decide.
Why was that so damn hard? Even with your daughter's name or the design of the nursery, it hadn't even been that difficult.
A loud sigh left your lips as you closed the closet doors louder than you intended.
"Everything okay?" Travis asked directly as he stumbled into the baby's room, looking at himself with a worried and anxious look at the same time.
"I can't find a suitable hospital outfit for Peanut!" you sobbed as countless tears began to roll down your cheeks.
"Hey," Travis began as he crossed the last few feet over to you and then pulled you into his strong arms. "We'll find a suitable one."
His hand gently stroked your back as a few more tears soaked Travis' shirt slightly.
"How am I supposed to be a good mother if I can't find anything suitable for the hospital?" A loud sob left your lips.
The pregnancy hormones once again had you completely in their grip and you began to doubt yourself.
"Hey, sweetheart," Travis' voice rang out softly as he pushed you back a little so you could look at him.
"Huh?" you sniffled as you lifted your gaze and looked into your husband's eyes.
His eyes radiated calm and warmth, making you feel a little better, but despite all this, your hormones were still on a rollercoaster.
"You'd be a great mom." Travis wiped his thumb across your face to wipe away the tears that were still rolling down your cheeks. "You're going to do amazing, darling. I can already see how much love and security you give Peanut, even though she's not even here yet. You talk to her every day, sing or read to her. And just because you can't decide what to wear right now doesn't mean you'll be a bad mom."
The tears slowly began to dry as Travis' hand placed itself on your stomach and gently stroked over.
"Your mom is going to be a great mom, isn't she Peanut?" As Travis spoke, he squatted down to be more or less on the same level as your daughter.
It took a few seconds for your daughter to kick your belly like she was saying yes.
"See, even Peanut agrees with me." Travis looked up at you and gave you a soft smile.
And this situation once again caused new tears to roll down her cheeks. But not out of desperation, but out of love.
Those words from Travis and the light kick from your daughter caused you to become quite emotional now and once again you were clearly shown how much you loved your husband and your unborn daughter.
"Thank you," You whispered, while Travis wrapped his arms around you again and buried his face in your hair.
"The truth," he replied gently as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you stood there for a few minutes just enjoying each other's closeness and affection.
"And now let's pick out an outfit for Peanut together. With all your super cute stuff, it's going to be hard even for me to pick just one."
Travis took your hand while he opened your daughter's closet with his other hand and looked through all the clothes.
And indeed, your husband felt the same way as you did. He couldn't decide either, so you both picked out your top two favorites and in the end, after a long back and forth, you finally decided on an outfit that your little Peanut would wear first.
And it shouldn't be too much longer before that day finally comes.
