Tiny Adventures

Chapter 4

The next few weeks passed quickly and quietly. Mia didn't come over in three weeks and only saw Dom when he went to their house. It doesn't bother me in the least, or it wouldn't if I didn't know that she's doing her best to make Dom feel like crap. She's doing her best to guilt-trip him, and I'm starting to get angry again. Who am I kidding? I've been angry for a long time, and it's just percolating and brewing all over again.

"Baby ... what are you ... Dom." I sighed.

I found him in the nursery setting up the crib—a crib we did not buy, but which I now know is the surprise he's been working on.

"What are the two of you doing?" I asked Dom and Brian.

"Trying to set this up before you woke up." Brian huffed from his spot on the floor.

"Baby ... you made this." I sniffled.

"I did." he smiled as he walked over to kiss me.

"I'm only here because we realized it's easier when two people do it. I made Mia's and tried to put it together by myself. Not a good idea." Brian laughed.

"It's beautiful already. I'll let you two finish here and make brunch. I'm in the mood for french toast." I told them, smiling when Brian's head whipped up in my direction.

"Ooh, the one with the fruits?" He asked.

"Yup, I'll make enough for you to take to Mia." I smiled.

"Thanks." he smiled, getting up to kiss my cheek.

When I left them in the room, my cheeks hurt from how big I was smiling. There were two months left for this baby to show up and for us to figure out a name. As the cinnamon and vanilla-coated bread cooked, I made a berry compote and chopped up some more strawberries to toss on top. The whole kitchen and living room smelled like cinnamon and berries. I love it.

They came into the kitchen just as I served the food. I sat down to eat with them and went straight to the unfinished nursery. It's all coming together; we just need to figure out a theme because I want one. We're about to have a baby soon—a small little human who depends on us. I can't wait.

I was home alone when Mia went into labor. The guys are all together doing God knows what; Elena is with Mia, and I'm blissfully alone. I love my husband and brother and tolerate everyone else, but sometimes I just need to be alone. Dom's call came through as I organized baby clothes. My nesting phase is hitting hard, and all I want to do is organize and clean everything.

"What's up, babe?" I asked as I moved my cell phone to my shoulder.

"Hey, change of plans. We're heading back." He said and I heard the car zooming down the road.

"What happened?"

"Mia went into labor. Elena got her to the nuns and we're on our way there. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, I shouldn't be there unless she asks for me, personally. Mia doesn't need the stress of me being there during her labor. You go and keep me up to date."

"Alright, talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you, too. Tell everyone I'm cooking."

"Will do."

After hanging up, I said a small prayer for a healthy labor for the baby and momma. With that thought in mind, I went into the nursery. We still haven't figured out what to do for the nursery, but being in here just makes me happy. It's the dream of settling down with my husband and our little family somewhere near the beach. Sometimes, I still don't believe it's true ... like any day, I'm going to wake up, and this was all a dream.