Page 142 of Falling in Love with Two

Do you know what’s not sexy?

A giant mesh diaper.

Do you know what’s even less sexy?

Having to have your partner help you take a shower and go to the bathroom because you’re too sore to do it yourself.

Dylan has been great—the perfect boyfriend and father of my child. But I wonder if he will still be attracted to me when I get back to feeling normal.

Right now, I just feel like a big, swollen lump. A lump wearing a mesh diaper.

He looks over at me. “I’m sure you will feel better when we get home and get settled.”

“You’re probably right,” I say to reassure him, but I’m not so sure. When we get home, there’s a whole hell of a lot of work to do. We have practically nothing for the baby, and what we do have isn’t put together yet.

The next couple of days should be interesting to say the least.

Guilt washes over me. Right now should be one of the happiest times of my life, but I can’t seem to get out of this funk. I feel this huge, heavy weight bearing down on me, and I’m struggling to keep it from squishing me.

I don’t want to say any of this out loud because Dylan is so happy, and I’ll be damned if I say anything that’s going to bring him down.

A couple minutes later, we pull into the driveway. Dylan grabs the car seat, and we all head inside.

When we get through the front door, we see a large banner hanging on one of the living room walls.

WELCOME HOME, BABY LUNA!

There is a note hanging by the front door that Dylan takes down to read.

“Welcome home, guys. We wanted to make sure your first few days home were as easy as possible. House is clean, the fridge is stocked, and be sure to check out the nursery. Love, Mom and Dad.”

“You seriously have the best parents in the world,” I tell him.

He sets the car seat down and gets Luna out. She stretches but doesn’t even wake up.

“Let’s go see this nursery,” he says while holding out his hand for mine.

When we open the door, I see the most perfect nursery I could have ever imagined. There’s no way I could have made it look this good even if I tried.

The crib is put together on one wall with pink sheets that match all the other pink stuff around the room—the curtains, a rug, and a small lamp. There’s a dresser and changing table on the opposite wall and a rocking chair in the corner. There’s even a small bookcase filled with an assortment of children’s books.

I walk around, trying to take all of it in. The dresser is completely stocked with clothes—some that Suzanne and I bought on our shopping trip and some I haven’t seen before. The changing table has assorted diapers on the shelf along with bath products. There’s even a breast pump.

“Holy shit,” I gasp. “Your parents have thought of everything.”

“I wish I could say I’m surprised, but this is a pretty typical thing for my mom to do. One of her kids needs help, and she's the first one to jump in.”

I point my finger into his chest. “Now, you really can’t tell her to stop giving me advice. After doing all this, she can give me all the unsolicited advice that she wants.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything. I didn’t mean it before, but I definitely mean it now.”

He walks over and lays Luna down in her crib. After another stretch, she settles.

We stand at her side and look down at her. Dylan wraps his arms around me. “See that? You and I made that cute little thing.”

“I may have carried it, but based on her looks, I think you did more of the making.”

“She may look like me, but have you heard the lungs on her? That’s all you, baby.”

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