Page 286 of The Baby Twist
“I missed you too. Did the movers get the bedroom packed up?”
“Everything but what’s in the dresser drawers,” I said.
“Why?”
“I told them we’d do it. I don’t want strangers packing my underwear and nighties. Do you?” I arched my brow.
“I don’t really care, babe. But that’s fine. I can pack my drawers.”
“I already did mine. I can’t believe we’re moving tomorrow.”
“I know. Me either.” He pulled me into him.
One Month Later
“Look at those little snug bugs.”Dr. Gregario grinned. “Baby A and Baby B are doing just fine.”
Charlie and I stared at our babies on the monitor with smiles.
“I can’t believe how much they’ve grown,” Charlie said.
“Oh, I can. I feel it every day.”
“Okay, Marley. We have you on the schedule for a C-section next month. I’ll see you next week. If you have any questions or concerns, call me.”
“Thank you, Dr. Gregario.”
“I don’t think I can go another month,” I pouted, staring at Charlie.
“You can do it, babe.” He kissed my forehead and helped me up from the table.
“How do you know that? Because I know for a fact that you wouldn’t be able to carry two human beings inside you.”
“You’re right.” He hooked his arm around me as we left the office. “But you’re going to get through it for the sake of our son and daughter.”
“I guess you’re right.” I sighed as he opened the car door, and I slid inside.
It had been a month since I’d found the ring he’d bought me. Every time we went to dinner, or he planned something special, anxiety took over because I thought that was the night he’d pop the question. I kept waiting, but he never asked. I started to remember the night I told him about the couple I planned the wedding for getting a divorce and everything I spewed about marriage. He must have had the ring because I remembered himgetting up from the table and walking away. Fuck. I ruined it for him. And all because of how fucked up I was, thanks to my mother.
After dropping Charlie back at the office, Mateo drove me home—our new home, which we spent the last month decorating with new furniture, décor, and the nursery.
When I stepped inside, the clean, fresh smell from Greta’s cleaning greeted me. Setting my purse down, I grabbed my phone, went upstairs, and sat in the rocker in the nursery with my hand on my belly, rocking back and forth. Dialing my mother, she answered.
“Marley, this is a nice surprise.”
“Hey, Mom. How are you?”
“I’m good. Have the babies arrived?”
“No.” I let out a soft laugh. “I was wondering if you’re going to be home tomorrow. I was going to stop by.”
“Yes, honey. I’ll be home.”
“Great. I’ll be over around eleven.”
“Great. I can’t wait to see you. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah. It has. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
