Bliss || Reece Bibby

74

chapter seventy-four; real life and instagram

December 24th

"Come on!"

"You're not the one carrying crap up the stairs!"

"Reece, this is why I said to call your parents to help out."

"No. They aren't seeing it until it's done. the boys either."

"Then let me help you."

I reach towards the box, but he smacks my hand away.

"Don't you dare touch the box. You are seven months pregnant, you are not helping me carry a crib upstairs."

"You're struggling, and I don't want you to fall or-"

He slips, the box falling out of his hands and tumbling down the stairs. I stare in shock as it hits the wall with a loud thud, making me jump.

"drop it."

"Shit!"

Reece runs down the stairs, checking the box.

"We won't know if there's any damage done to the crib until we open up the box."

"I'm calling Blake."

He sighs. "Good idea."

It only took a few minutes for Blake to get here, and the second he walks inside he laughs.

"God, you're an idiot." He says as he picks up one end of the box.

"Hey!"

"You remember how hard it was for me, you, and George to carry Hunter's crib up the stairs! Why in the world did you think that you could do it alone?"

"I don't know!"

"He wasn't thinking." I say, still standing at the top of the stairs.

"Clearly."

"Okay, I did not have you come over here so that you two can gang up on me."

"Reece! Let's just finish the nursery so that way your parents can see it when they're over lately."

"Fine."

Blake helps him carry the crib up the stairs, putting it in the nursery.

"What's next?"

"I'll set up the nursery, you guys can bring the-"

"You are not setting it up alone."

"But-"

"I don't care what you say. You are not setting up this crib alone. Not while you're-"

"Seven months pregnant. I know. You don't have to keep telling me."

"Apparently I do because you-"

"Reece, I'm not going to touch the crib, okay? I'll just work on-"

"No you won't touch the shelf either."

"I was talking about that one wall that needs to be finished."

"You're not doing that either. With all of the fumes, and the-"

"Reece Jamie Bibby, you are going to let me do something with our daughter's room or we are going to have problems."

His eyes widen. "Go do the wall."

"Thank you."

I walk back to the room, grabbing the paint and opening it up.

But the second I put the can down I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, causing me to lean against the changing table for support.