Page 80 of A Moment for Us
I shrug.
“I should be going.” Mary slowly backs away. “I hear . . . someone . . . calling me.”
“You do? I don’t hear anyone,” I say, wondering what she heard.
She nods and smiles. “Yes, I do, it’s probably God or something.”
I hold in my laugh, and as soon as she’s gone, which is really quite fast, Josh and I burst into laughter.
“That was mean,” Josh admonishes after his fit of laughter passes.
“Oh, whatever. It was all true, and it’ll teach her not to assume that just because someone is knocked up it also means she’s married,” I say flippantly, even though I feel anything but.
My heart hurts because, while I joke about it, it’s all I want.
And doing things like this. The laughing, playful, fun things where we hold hands and almost kiss as we pick out things for our babies . . . makes me crave more.
“All right,” he says, flipping his scanner in the air and catching it. “Let’s get to work and get registered.”
I let out a breath and force a smile. “Okay, since we don’t know the sex of the babies, we can’t do crib stuff.”
“Why not? We can do gender neutral.”
I scrunch my face. “I have a designidea, Joshua, and if we have two girls then it’s easy and we do all pinks and yellows. If we have boys, we’d do blues and greens.”
“I thought yellow and green were the neutral colors.”
“Yes, but I want them in a certain pattern. And I will probably change my mind a hundred times.”
“I see,” he says, but it sounds like he really doesn’t see.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Until we have the ultrasound again in a few weeks, it’s not...” Josh, being the child he is, starts to scan a bedding that is yellow and green with bears. “I don’t want bears.”
He takes my hands in his, pulling me down the aisle a little. “What about this one?”
I shake my head and smile. “Josh, we have to wait.”
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t make sense to decorate until we know.”
He scans it anyway, and I groan.
“Listen, at your place, you can decorate how you want, but at my house, I want bears and these weird things.”
My lips part, and it feels as though I’ve been punched. “What?” I ask, barely a whisper.
“When the twins are with me, they’ll need bedding, right?”
Yeah, they will. Because we’re not together, and they’ll stay at his house sometimes because I wouldn’t keep them from him and just said earlier how he should be looking for a place.
“Right.”
He squeezes my hand. “Good. Then maybe we should register for four of everything.”
“Four.”
“That way, we both have a set for each kid. I’d rather we both be prepared.”
