I love having Tana here. It feels right having her here, on our pack lands.
When I take her upstairs, I show her our room, letting her know that she can change it any way she wants to make it more comfortable for her. Personally, I don’t care what our room looks like. It’ll feel like home if she’s here.
I can see her looking it over, but she’s not saying anything. I’m not sure how to take that, so I bring her to the next room in the hallway.
“I was thinking this could be a nursery for our baby. I haven’t done anything to it yet, but I thought it would be nice if we could decide together how to set it up.”
I had cleared out the room, purposefully leaving it empty. I want to make sure that I am just as involved as she is with this pregnancy, but I know this will be a new space for her
