Page 112 of A Moment for Us
“This is . . . this is incredible,” Delia says before taking a step inside. “I can’t believe how perfect it is.”
“I’m glad,” I say with a smile. “I was a little worried.”
“Why?”
“I just was. You didn’t really give us any direction.”
“I didn’t really know how to do it, but this is better than I could’ve imagined.” She kisses me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Lovingly, she runs her hand along the bedding that’s hanging over the edge of the crib. She’s in front of the antlers staring up at the letter above our son’s side. “For Parkerson?”
My chest tightens. “Stella had it made. I really didn’t know what you’d want, but we can always take it down.”
Delia’s eyes turn soft. “We haven’t really talked about it.”
“No, we haven’t, and I don’t need to.”
She sits in the rocking chair and her hands move to her belly. “We should.”
I release a deep breath, steeling myself against whatever decision she is going to make. We’re not married. This wasn’t planned, and if she doesn’t want the twins to be Parkersons, well, I can’t say I would blame her. My family name isn’t something we’re all very proud of at the moment.
“We can wait,” I assure her. When she’s really ready to talk, we can.
“Josh, I want the babies to have your last name.”
I look up, surprised she said that. “You’re sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“But we’re not married.”
“That’s true, but it feels right.”
“I love you,” I say as I take her face in my hands. “So fucking much.”
“I’m glad.”
I smile and then kiss her lips. “So, you like the room?”
“I love it.”
“Now that we have last names, we should start thinking of first names.”
She grins. “I agree. Do you have any favorites?”
I hadn’t really thought too much about it. The babies have been sort of abstract for me. I know they’re in there, but until I felt them move, it was hard to think of them as real. Now, it’s all becoming very real. We have furniture, decorations, and some clothes. We’re five and a half months into this, and her baby shower is in a little over a month.
“I really don’t. You?”
She purses her lips. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”
“Okay, what are your choices, maybe I’ll like them.”
“Yeah right.” She scoffs. “You are never that easy. Let’s remember the bedding . . .”
“That was you.”
