Olivia
I yawned and flipped to the next page of the catalog. With the magazine in one hand and a marker in the other, I periodically circled items that we still needed for Alvin’s nursery; a mobile, some baskets for the changing station, a rug, curtains.
With the date for the c-section just a few days away now, we were currently on crunch time with Alvin’s nursery. We had decided to convert one of the spare bedrooms downstairs, but it was only halfway done.
“I just wish we had more time,” I said under my breath as I looked through the catalog.
“Me, too.” Nathan met my gaze in the vanity mirror as he combed out his damp hair. He was fresh out of the shower, his bare muscles glistening with water droplets. A towel hung loosely around his hips, revealing the very top of his gro
