Griffin
“Should we put this crib over here or there?” Aunt Syd asks me.
I am sitting on a chair in the newly painted nursery. Aunt Syd and Auntie Lyn are here helping me get the nursery set up and decorated. The twins are due any day now, and I am positively huge. I can barely walk or move. I spend most of my days sitting in bed or on the couch, bored and frustrated out of my mind.
I am a grumpy b***h with my mate most days, but I don’t want to be touched or looked at right now. The only time I like his touch is when we are having s*x, as that seems to be the only thing that relieves my foul moods. Though it’s been about a week since we last had s*x.
“I don’t care, Aunt Syd,” I tell her. “Does it matter?”
“You want the room to look nice, Griffin,” Aunt Lyn responds.
“They are babie
