“Big, bad Dmitri Egorov has a Pinterest page that’s filled with strollers and diaper dispensers and soothers with little soft toyanimals hanging off the ends. I’m speechless.”
“Those soothers came highly recommended,” he says with a stony expression. “The bloggers love them.”
“You read the blogs, too? Stop. I can only take so much.”
“I like to be prepared.”
Again, his lips twitch, so close to a smile. Mine do the same before I turn away to hide it. “Do I get a say in any of this?”
“Of course. Veto anything you like.”
I do a double take. “Really?”
“You are his mother.” His voice is gentle now, stripped of the icy crackle it had earlier. “Whenever you’re ready, we can gothrough this board and finish the nursery together.”
“I…” I swallow hard and try again. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
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