Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 52: Decorating

-Evelyn's POV-

A hand wraps around my waist making me grab the handle of the ladder as I turn my head, "I thought I said I was painting the room," he says as I put the paintbrush down. He lifts me by my waist as he puts my feet on the ground. My arms are on his shoulders as he gives me a sweet kiss, "It's dangerous for you to be climbing anything".

"I'm fine. I couldn't sleep and I wanted to get this started," I tell him as he looks at the two walls I've already completed.

"When the hell did you start?" he asks as I walk over to my phone to turn the music off. He's taking in the room and the sheets I put over the two cribs we struggled to make last night. I think both of us went through the five stages of grief at different points.

He cuts the difference between us and pulls me in for a kiss, my body turning to his as I deepen it. His lips move against mine through a smile as I put my hand on his cheek. When he pulls away I widen my eyes seeing the purple paint on his cheek. Trying to pick a paint color was torture. We both wanted blue or purple so we compromised. We are painting one wall purple, blue, pink, and green. We wanted to put two colors for each of the kids. I've finished the purple and the pink.

"How are we having two kids?" I ask holding the bump on my stomach. I've always wanted to know what having a child would feel like. This is not how I imagined it. There's no way to describe it that does it justice, "Before I forget. I talked with your mom and she's stopping by with this cabinet you had when you were a baby".

He looks shocked as we walk into the living room to get away from the paint fumes, "You talked with my mum? Do you guys talk often?" he asks.

"Kind of but not really. We text every once in a while to talk about the pregnancy and to see how everything is here. We don't call every day though," I tell him, "I want your parents to feel included in this pregnancy," I tell him.

"God, I'm so in love with you," he whispers as he closes the distance between us again. He attacks me with kisses all over my face as I try to push him away, "What time is she coming?" He asks.

"Soon"

It was nice seeing Chris with his parents. I didn't really have time to meet them before we found out we were pregnant. I was terrified they would think I was trapping him or something. Then when we showed up for dinner it was like I'd known them for years. They were so welcoming and I was thankful to have such amazing people to lean on through this. Apparently, Chris would talk about me a lot so that made it easier. They had all these questions about me and Chris was there by my side. It was the definition of perfect.

Chris set up the cabinet as his mom and I talked in the living room about names for them. By the time his mother decided to head home it was already 8 pm, "I ordered us some takeaway if you want to get washed up," he says. I thank him as I hurry to shower before I eat too much and pass out. When I get out of the shower the food is here and I see Chris setting up a movie.

"God, I'm so in love with you," I tease as he looks at me rolling his eyes, "For names for the babies...what are your ideas?" I ask as he hands me my food when I sit down.

"I was thinking Chris Jr and Kyla," he says making me laugh, "She might have paid me to name our kid after her".

"As much as I love her absolutely not. Chip tried to pay me to get us to name the child Josh," I say shaking my head.

"It's hard choosing a child's name and now we have to come up with two. That's so much pressure," he points out.

"I think we will know when we have them. I feel like that's how a lot of parents are," I mention.

"Those babies are fucked if they have our ears," he says as we both laugh. Last night we talked about how we both hate our ears and how big they are...so he's right they are fucked. I'm hoping our baby boy takes after my side of the family and is taller than 5 feet. No offense to Chris but not everyone loves a short king.

I go to take a sip of my drink when I feel my stomach move. Chris sees my eyes widen and my hand drops to my stomach and puts his food down, "What's going on?" He asks as he takes my plate. I quickly grab his hand and put it down. His eyes raise to look at mine when he realizes what's happening.

"They are kicking?" He whispers. I nod my head feeling like I could cry as he puts his other hand on my stomach, "Holy shit. Holy shit," he mumbles. I have never seen him so happy before. I'm so excited for these kids to be born.