Chapter Ten
Horror. Complete horror.
That's exactly what the nursery looks like at this exact moment. Boxes are shoved in the corner, bags and bags of clothes piled on top of them, and random objects sitting in the middle of the room. I know Logan was tired after the baby shower, but could he have at least organized it a bit? Just a little?
Well, I guess it'll be my little adventure. I start going through the bags and getting out the clothes. I sit down on the floor and start organizing by color and size. Weird, I know, but I like everything to be neat and tidy.
After sitting alone in complete silence, I hear some movement downstairs. Logan must be awake. I can hear him talking, but I can't make out what he's saying. Soon, he walks up the stairs and steps in the doorway. "What on earth are you doing?"
I smile, "Organizing. Who were you talking to?"
"The General called, he wanted to know if I wanted to come into work tomorrow..." I glance up at him, curious to know what his answer was. "I told him that I would call him back later after I had spoken with you..."
"Spoken to me about what?"
"Do you think I should go back? I mean, would you be okay by yourself? I would work my normal hours like I always did, and we could eat lunch together?"
"I can't make a decision for you, Logan. If you think you're ready, go."
"But will you be alright by yourself?" He asks again.
"Logan, I'm pregnant, not helpless."
He smiles, "Point taken... So, want me to put the furniture together today? Then you can do whatever you want."
"I was kind of hoping you would say that."
Without another word, he walks over to the large white box that's currently housing the crib. He tears off the tape and rummages around inside, pulling out several bags filled with nuts, bolts, and screws. I try to hide my smile as he pulls out eight large pieces of wood. There're holes at the end of each piece as he looks at the bags again. "Now, why would they give you all this just to put a crib together?" He mutters.
"You mean the big bad army man can't even put together a simple crib? I'm shocked!" I laugh as he glares at me.
"Funny, real funny. I just need to go get my toolbox, don't move!" He walks out the door as I mutter to myself, "Don't worry, I don’t think I could get up if I wanted to..."
He steps back in the door, "You really can't, can you?"
I shake my head, "Nope..." He smiles as he walks over and holds out his hand. I take it as he pulls me up. "Why thank you, dear. Now, go find your tools." He heads down the stairs as I walk across the hall and into the office. I roll a chair back across the hall and into the nursery. I position it in the corner and take a seat.
When Logan comes back up with his toolbox in hand, he chuckles, "Nice thinking... Maybe I should put the rocking chair together first. Seems like you'll be needing that if you're going to work in here by yourself, Mrs. I'm-Pregnant-Not-Helpless."
"Just put the crib together, huh?"
Logan worked on the crib for almost an hour until he finally decided to read the directions. After he did that, it only took him about fifteen minutes to complete it. It's amazing what you can do when you read a tiny little piece of paper, isn't it?
After that little project, it only took him about two and a half hours to put the dresser, changing table, and rocking chair together. And I must admit, I called Katie soon after, to thank her for that amazing rocking chair! It was so comfortable, I swear I could sleep in it for a week and never complain once.
Around three 'o clock, Logan finally called the General back and told him he would be at work tomorrow. I was happy for him, he needed to get back into his normal routine, but I was a little sad that he would be gone most of the day again. I enjoyed having him home with me all the time, but I knew it was best for him this way.
Once Logan got off the phone with the General, he came into the bedroom where I was and laid down with me. Working in the nursery all day had really worn me out and I realized what the Doctor had said was starting to come true. I was getting tired much quicker than I used to and I felt like all my energy had been drained away.
"So, was he happy to hear the news?" I ask and turn to Logan.
"Oh, yeah... He also wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come into work with me tomorrow? He said he wanted to ask you something in person?"
"Hmmm. Do you know what it is?"
He shakes his head, "Not a clue."
Now that got me curious... Was it something about Logan? Did he want me to stick around for awhile to make sure he could handle everything?
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not a big deal... I see those gears turning, so don’t worry about it." He urges.
"Whatever you say, Captain."
I was almost asleep when I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. It kind of felt like a twitch or maybe like butterflies? As it continued, I soon realized what it was... "Logan!" I squeal as his eyes quickly open. "What?"
"Look!" I reach for his hand and place it on my tummy. Within a moment, it starts again. "Feel that?" He looks up, baffled.
"She's moving?" He asks, smiling.
I nod, "I've never felt that before."
We laid there in awe as Julianna continued to move a little more for about five minutes or so. It was such a wonderful feeling to actually feel her move inside me. She was really there, alive and well, just moving around, waiting to arrive into the world.
This had me even more excited for her to make her appearance and I know Logan felt the same way... That night, he slept with his hand on my stomach. I asked him why and he said he was afraid he would miss it if she moved again.
He'll be a great dad, I just know it.
Julianna will be Daddy's little Princess.
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