Rice, Rice, baby

Chapter 32

"And if you run out of nappies, there is a box in the storage room. And he has to have Mr. Poo with him when he is sleeping, even during naps. And if he can't sleep he usually calms down if you sing to him "Freed from desire" because Declan sings him football songs and for whatever the reason that calms him down. And if he..."

"Liv... Liv, Olivia" Declan's mum says, stopping my rambling. "I know what to do. I've raised three boys and a few grandchildren, remember?" she chuckles.

"Yes, sorry. I'm sorry. I just... you know."

"It's the first time you are gonna be away from Oliver since he was born."

"Yes" I sigh.

It's been three months since I gave birth. Three of the most exhausting, daunting but also wonderful months of my life, full of sleepless nights and tears, but also many laughs, cute moments, and my phone saying I'm running out of memory due to all the videos and photos I've taken of Ollie. I've even had to make different folders so everything is a bit organized.

There are a couple just for photos and videos of him, one for all the content with my mum, with Declan's parents, with his nephews, with Madders and Kennedy, with their kids, with Olga... And of course, there is one only for Declan. After the ones all for Ollie, his has to be the one that has the most content.

But I just can't help myself. Seeing him being a dad is... I don't know how to explain it. It's like it makes me fall in love with him even more than I already am, sometimes making me feel like my heart is about to burst from all the love it has for him and Ollie. Other times tho, it makes me think of what I overheard him and his mum talk about. About the fact that he told her that he was in love with me.

More than once I've wanted to ask him about it, if what I heard was true or if it was my mind playing games with me because I was about to bring a human being to the world and everything inside me was a chaos. But I've never managed to do it, I've always gotten cold feet. Though that may be about to change.

He has booked us a couple of days away at the same place where we stayed for our babymoon with the excuse that I deserve to relax, have a good night of sleep, and just think about myself for a bit (easier said than done). And since that was the place where we were supposed to talk about our feelings and what the kisses we shared meant, this may be the right moment to do it. To stop being a coward and tell him what I feel, to say the three words.

"Ok, our bags are in the car. Are you ready?" Declan asks, joining me and his mum.

"She's ready" she says.

"Can't I check on Ollie again? Just to be sure he is..."

"Liv, the little man is asleep, he's ok. And you already said goodbye to him like five times" Declan chuckles.

"Six. She went back to this room while you were away."

"Really?"

"I'm sorry, I just... I can't help it" I shrug.

"He's gonna be fine, Liv. I have everything under control, and tomorrow your mum is coming over too. He's gonna get all the attention and cuddles in the world" she smiles.

"Can I give him a last one?"

"Declan, take her out of here, please" his mum laughs, pushing me towards him. "I don't want to hear from any of you in two days, understood?"

"I'll try my best to keep us, and especially her, entertained" he smirks, putting an arm around my waist and making my stomach do a flip inside me.

"Yeah, well, umm... Can't I see him one last time, then?"