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I shuffled across the floor as I made my way back towards the nursery to see what Daxon was up to. We had bought matching cribs, dressers, a rocker, two change tables, a double stroller, and a massive diaper bag. Diapers, wipes and diaper cream stacked up in the closet. There was enough for three months. We had everything we were going to need except babies’ clothes. It was next on the list. But first we had to find out the babies' genders.
And it was happening in a few hours.
I was excited but anxious at the same time. This was an enormous step in the pregnancy and not all parents wanted to do it. Some preferred to wait until delivery to find out the sex, but we agreed to find out before. The preparations would come easier and the stress would be far less. I’d know their genders and be too busy getting everything ready for their big arrival.
I knew Daxon was beyond excited. It thrilled him. He went into full dad mode and wanted to pass the time by fixing up their nursery. He was going to get the items we already had organized and plans changed. His face lit up when he found out the furniture was to be delivered on the same day we were to find out the genders.
So, here we were with Daxon opening every item and me watching on the sidelines. I looked at him in his glory as he opened the cribs and got all the pieces together. It appeared to be a complex mess, and I was happy I sat this one out. But he was enthusiastic.
“I think we should put cribs over by the window. What do you think?” Daxon asked as he eyed up every likely position and moved around the room. “Or maybe here by the wall to keep them out of the sun?”
I giggled at his enthusiasm. “I’m sure we can get curtains to block out the sun.”
“Right. I never thought of that.” Daxon replied as he scratched his head and got to work. “I guess I’m getting ahead of myself, princess.”
I smiled at him and breathed. “I think you are, but I like this side of you.”
“Ya, right... This unorganized, jittery old mess.” Daxon huffed.
“No, this take charge and impressive father vibe.” I whispered in his ear and rubbed his tense shoulder blades. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, daddy.”
Daxon relaxed at my touch as he knelt on the floor and I stood behind him. My fingers dug into his muscles and pressed out the tension. They rotated around the same area and pushed out hard tissue. The motion made it softer and workable as my fingers continued to move. The weight lifted off his shoulders and he kept going with the task at hand. He was determined to get the babies' nursery done in time and everything was plus two. Two of every item and one for each baby.
“Thanks, princess...” Daxon sighed as he loosened up and dove into his project.
I let go of his shoulders and went to the nearest wall. My back leaned against it and I watched him work. He started with the bases of each crib and worked his way up. They came into formation and everything became more real. Our babies would sleep inside them and grow until they outgrew them. Until they were ready for a bed set and the next steps of learning.
It was a surreal moment, and I found it entirely sweet how seriously Daxon took this. He worked so hard at everything he put his mind to and he did it for his children. He would be an amazing father to these little ones, and I was so lucky.
I ran my hand along the wall with no color on it and pushed myself off of it. A good half an hour had passed and Daxon was close to being finished with the cribs. But there was still much more to do.
I looked around the room with no paint color on the walls because we’d chosen to wait until we found out the sex of the babies. It was important to both of us and a big decision to make. Boxes needed to be recycled and pieces of furniture still had to be put together. It would all happen with time.
But the clock ticked down.
It was only a matter of weeks until they would make their grand appearance and today crept up on me. We’d scheduled this appointment weeks ago, but the reality of it hit me today. We’d find out who was cooking inside me and the next step was to figure out their names.
The excitement of it all was too much, and I’d lost track of time. I looked down at my wristwatch and knew we should head out. I didn’t want to be late.
“Daxon, it’s time.” I breathed as I tapped my watch and looked at him. “We should get going.”
“Let me get this last screw into place and...” Daxon groaned as he turned the screwdriver and the cherry wood crib stood up sturdy. “There! I finished the cribs.”
He gazed at them with accomplishment. The pride on his face shone through and made him look so good I could kiss him. But a peck on the cheek would do.
“They look perfect.” I beamed with excitement. “Now, onto everything else.”
Daxon looked around the room with me and wrapped his arm around my back. He held me close and touched my belly. The gesture was tender and a warmth spread through me. I loved how much he loved our children. I just wished he could love me like that.
“Anything for my kids.” Daxon breathed as he locked eyes with me and shot me a gorgeous smile. “Let’s get out of here, princess.”
We left the nursery together, and he led me downstairs. The limousine driver greeted us like clockwork and was there right on time. It was time to see the babies and find out their gender.
***
THE ROOM WAS CHILLYand matched the tone of my anxiety. It was all ready to go, and we just waited for the technician to arrive. Dylan sat this one out because he caught an awful cold. We thought about rescheduling because of the tabloids and their predator way, but we’d waited far too long. It was time. They could run their story and put their own spin on it. It didn’t matter because no one knew the actual truth and Daxon wouldn’t let anyone find out.
“You okay, princess?” Daxon asked sweetly as he took my hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb along it.
