Chapter 53
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I can’t believe I asked Goof to be my date for my dad’s wedding. Scratch that, yes I can. I seem to be doing many things out of character for me when it comes to Goof. Let’s go over the list, shall we? The first thing is I am now calling him just to see how his day was going. If he doesn’t come over that is. Which is damn near every night. And when he does come over I always want to cuddle up with him. I’m laying to him. I have my head on his shoulder, my head on his chest, holding his hand, or just leaning against him. And not just at home either. At work, the club, out to dinner even going for walks.
Yes, we go for walks now because it is good for the baby and prepares me for giving birth. I have been hanging around the club more which no one bats an eye at. Like it is normal for me to stop by after work or on my day off. We have been getting the nursery ready. Once Merigold took a look the other day she took over the painting part of it even though I told her she didn’t have to. She told me she wanted to do the work as a gift and I wasn’t going to talk to her out of it. So I didn’t bother. Now Goof lets Merigold in three days a week to create my ideal nursery. Goof and I have been looking at the furniture we want. We found most of it online but the crib I wanted to see in person.
So Goof took me to the next town over just because I wanted to look at a crib. I fell in love with the crib the moment I saw it. Solid maple wood with woodland animals carved into the railings. And it can transition into a toddler bed as the baby gets older. I watched Goof circle the crib several times. He read over the safety features and asked the clerk a bunch of questions about it. Like if there had ever been any recalls. I wouldn’t have thought to ask that. After having been satisfied that all his questions had been answered Goof came back over to me.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind and I leaned into him. I always do it. I enjoy doing it. I feel comfort in his arms. I feel safe. And when he places his hands on my seven–month pregnant belly I swear I feel like this is right. Goof ran his hands up and down my belly “What do you think, babe? Can you picture putting our little one to bed in this?” I place my hands on the rail and look over. I can see it. Goof and I tucked our baby into bed after a bath with a clean diaper and footy pajamas. Or after a story and rocking them to sleep. I can even see the bedding, and marine animals to match the walls. I turn my head to Goof and smiled” Yeah, Micheal. I can. I can see it all.” Goof kissed my forehead and then looked at the clerk. “We will take it,” he said. “And the matching rocking chair,” I said.
It was a glider rocking chair with the same designs and a footrest.” What about the bedding and blankets?” Goof asked. Not wanting to move I turn my head again” What do you think?” I asked him. Another thing I am doing that I didn’t do before. I was supposed to be doing this on my own. Now I’m asking what he thinks about blankets our baby may sleep on. And it isn’t that I can’t decide without him, I just want to know how he feels about what we pick out. Goof places his chin on my shoulder and looks at the crib. “What I think is that I can close my eyes and picture our baby sleeping in this crib with all the bedding and mobile in the room we designed just for them. So I say we get it all.” Goof said.
Florence is a passionate reader who finds joy in long drives on rainy days. She’s also a fan of Italian makeup tutorials, blending beauty and elegance into her everyday life.
