"Where are we going?"
I tip my head to the left, catching a quick glimps at Abel. "We're going to visit our friend Louis for a couple days-"
"She said she wouldn't be back until the baby was born right?" Niall interjects.
I nod, nibbling on my lip. "Yeah, why?"
"So going home is safe for the next few months. She's not going to harm any of us, I don't think. We've still got at least seven months. Besides I think the twins should get use to sleeping in their own rooms."
"Niall I don't feel safe there right now.."
"I don't want to burden Louis! He just got home yesterday from his separate interviews and with his kid on the way he must be stressed. Why must we put this on him too?" He glances at me.
"Fine. But we can't go home right now."
"Why?"
"They don't have toys yet Niall, let alone beds. We need to stop at Walmart or something."
"And get trampled? I don't think so. I'll just send Craig out when we get home. It's his job anyways."
I groan sinking into my seat. "I feel so useless! When am I ever going to be able to do anything for myself?"
"You signed up for this when you said yes to my marriage proposal. Now we're done arguing, I don't want those two thinking that all we do is yell. If it makes you feel better you can call Craig and ask him to get the beds now, so they'll be there when we get there. We can even set them up by ourselves."
"We can even set them up by ourselves," I mock, trying my best to copy his Irish accent. He shoots me a playful glare, grabbing my left hand with his. "Abel?"
"Yeah?"
"What color do you want your bed frame?"
He giggles, shrugging. "I don't even know what that is."
