Chapter 376
Chapter 377
Tristan
I watched Athena pace around what would be our babies nursery, her hand resting on her growing belly as she studied the sage green walls with an intensity that would have been amusing if I didn’t know how serious she was.
“I can still paint it,” she said for the third time in ten minutes. “I’m pregnant, not incapacitated. I can hold a paintbrush p>
“Baby, the painters are coming today,” I said patiently, leaning against the doorframe. “Professional painters who do this for a living.
Who have the right equipment and won’t be breathing in paint fumes while carrying our children p>
“But I want to be part of it,” she insisted, turning to face me with that stubborn expression I’d come to know so well. “This is our
baby’s room. I should help create it. You promised p>
Yes I know I promised but, recently she’s been getting extremely tired. Like right now, she’s making that sound that feels like she just
ran a marathon.
I don’t want her to go through any kind of stress.
“You are creating it,” I try to make her see from my perspective. “You chose the color, the theme, the furniture. You’ve made every
decision about this room p>
“But I want to physically paint it,” she said, her voice rising slightly. “I want to p>
And then, to my complete shock, her face crumpled and tears started streaming down her cheeks.
‘Baby, what… I started, immediately moving toward her.
‘I just want to paint the nursery!” she wailed, and I had to fight back a smile because she looked absolutely devastated about not
being allowed to paint a room. “Is that so much to ask? I just want to do something for our babies p>
“Hey, hey, Baby.” I said, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay p>
“It’s not okay!” she sobbed into my chest. “You won’t let me paint and now our babies are going to grow up thinking I didn’t care
enough to paint their nursery p>
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Pregnancy hormones were truly something else. ‘Our babies are not going
to think that p>
“How do you know?” she demanded, pulling back to look at me with red, watery eyes. “Maybe they’ll have memories from the womb
and they’ll remember that Mommy didn’t paint their room p>
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Chapter 377
“Athena p>
“And then they’ll tell their therapist about it when they’re thirty and it’ll all be my fault p>
I couldn’t help it… I started laughing. Which, in retrospect, was probably not my best move because her eyes widened in outrage.
“You’re laughing at me p>
“No, I’m not laughing at you,” I lied, pulling her back against my chest before she could see my face. “ I’ll never laugh at you baby …
I’m just… look, how about this? Once the babies are born and you’re fully recovered, you can repaint any part of the nursery you want.
You can add murals, change colors, paint little animals on the walls… whatever your heart desires p>
She sniffled against my shirt. “Really? ”
“Really,” I confirmed, kissing the top of her head. “We can even make it a project. You, me, and the babies watching from their crib
while we work p>
“ That sounds nice,” she said, her voice muffled.
“It does, doesn’t it?” I agreed. “So for now, let the professionals handle the painting and the fumes. And later, when it’s safe, you can
personalize it however you want p>
She was quiet for a moment, and I thought maybe the crisis had been averted. Then she pulled back and looked at me with those big,
wet eyes.
‘I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I? ”
“A little bit,” I admitted gently. “But you’re also adorable. ”
I’m a hormonal mess,” she said, and then suddenly her whole face changed. She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, straightened up, and took a deep breath. Just like that, the tears were gone, replaced by a slightly embarrassed smile, ‘Okay, I’m fine now.
Professional painters it is p>
The transformation was so abrupt and complete that I couldn’t help but laugh again. “You’re fine now? Just like that p>
‘ Just like that, ” she confirmed, smoothing down her shirt and acting like she hadn’t just been sobbing about paint three seconds ago, “What? I can’t control when the hormones hit, but I can control when I stop wallowing in them p>
“ You’re amazing,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss. “Completely insane, but amazing p>
“I’m not insane,” she protested. “I’m pregnant. There’s a difference p>
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