Give it a chance

eight months

I was three weeks away from my due date, three weeks away from when this little bundle of joy would no longer be carried in my womb but in my arms. Emmett and I had been majorly busy, we painted the nursery a soft greenish color. And made it dinosaur themed, it was absolutely adorable, and the darkwood of the changing table and crib matched so well! Emmett had been picking up extra shifts and had managed to get a raise at his job as well as continue to go to school for his degree he was planning on getting with his film/photography skills. Somewhere around the 6th month mark, I'd been told and demanded by my doctor to take work leave an take it easy... we'd been informed that it was possible my pregnancy could be high risk if not taken care of and eased up on the amount of work and pressure I did. So in the best interest of I and the baby, I listened. Though I was chewing it to bit! I hated not working and helping Emmett bring in a paycheck for our little family. But I made sure to make up for it around the house and at home, I'd signed up for a few different things, with the arrival of the new baby, things would not be cheap, there was a program that helped young mothers and basically got free formula/baby items monthly, if they met certain circumstances. And it just so happened, that luckily, I did. So that was a huge relief to know we'd have that sort of payment available, as well as Emmett's well paying job, I stood in the nursery, beginning to hang some cute little baby outfits up, my baby shower had happened right after we found out it was a bouncing boy to be! We were over the moon and I couldn't deny how happy Emmett seemed. I could tell he couldn't wait to have a little boy to teach how to do all the 'boy' stuff. I scoffed at the thought, and continued on my task. It wasn't long until I heard the familiar sound of the door unhatching and felt warm hands on my waist, I smiled and peaked back at the intruder over my shoulder, met with warm blue eyes and an adorable dimple cheeked smile as his hands gently rubbed my hips as well as my lower back, and bulging baby bump. I felt like a beached whale most days with the bump I had, but at moments like these... Emmett still managed to make me feel beautiful and safe. "How was work?" I signed carefully, my eyes bright. Emmett shrugged, his answer most of the time when he didn't care to say, "better now that I'm home." He signed back and buried his face in the crook of my neck, not in a sexual manner merely in a way to just being himself closer to me...