Five months later
I don't know how women did this. I was only seven months along, and I felt like if I didn't give birth next week, I was going to murder someone.
"What do you think about this color for the nursery?" Maverick held up yet another paint swatch for me.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't give a shit what color you paint the walls at this point. I just want this damn baby to make an appearance already."
Maverick walked over to where I sat on the couch and placed his hand on my belly before plopping down next to me.
"Is my little man giving his mama a hard time?" He practically cooed.
I shot daggers at him. "Yes, your little man thinks it's fun to karate kick every one of my damn organs. I think he sees them as his personal punching bags."
Maverick had the nerve to grin. "He's going to be a fighter for sure."
"Well, he can be a fighter all he wants after he gets the hell out of my stomach."
I sounded like the whiny bitches I hated in high school. Pregnancy was not agreeing with me. I get that it's supposed to be some magical time in a woman's life, but honestly since I hit the third trimester, I've been miserable.
"What can I do to make you feel better?"
That was the other thing that drove me insane. Maverick was perfect. He catered to every one of my needs. He always went above and beyond to make me comfortable, and all I wanted to do was punch him so that he felt even a small part of the pain I was going through.
Thankfully I kept those urges at bay.
"I just want this renovation project to be over and done with already. I'm sick of tiptoeing around our house to stay out of the construction guys’ way. And I want the nursery done so I can put everything in its place in hopes our son will get the memo that it's time to enter the world." I was out of breath by the time I finished my rant.
"Do you feel better now?"
I let out an audible exhale. "Actually yes, I do. I guess I just needed to vent for a second."
Maverick grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. "Feel free to vent anytime you want. I can't begin to imagine how you feel while growing our son."
"It's not all bad."
Maverick gave me a look.
"Okay, yeah. Most of it sucks. The sex drive is really the only perk at the moment."
"So no baby number two?" I knew he was kidding just based on the teasing smirk.
"Absolutely not. I'm a one-and-done kind of woman. I will love our son with all my heart, but he will be an only child."
Maverick dropped my hand so he could wrap his arm around my shoulders. "You're going to make a great mom."
I sure as hell hoped so.
I picked up the paint swatch from Maverick's lap. "Go ahead and paint the nursery this color. It will go great with the theme we picked out for the room."
"Excellent." Maverick kissed my temple. "Now that we have that settled, I can give you the rest of the good news."
I gave him my undivided attention.
"I spoke with the contractors today. The renovation will be complete in two weeks. There's just some last-minute decisions we have to make, and then they will be out of our lives for good."
Hooray for that. I was more than ready to settle into our home and just relax as I finished out this pregnancy. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to renovate the house while pregnant. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight.
"Bring on the decisions. I'm ready for this place to be everything we want and more."
