Olivia
The rhythmic tapping of a hammer against wood filled the nursery as I folded tiny clothes, neatly placing them into the dresser.
Nathan was hard at work putting together the rocking chair, his focus and determination creating a sense of warmth and security that seemed to permeate the room. The sounds of our busy morning, coupled with the distant chirping of birds, created a homey ambiance that I couldn’t help but soak in.
It was the day after Nathan’s giddy painting spree. We had just finished dinner, and had gotten straight to work on setting up the nursery. As time went on, I realized that Nathan was right; if it was twins, it could cause a lot of issues.
By not finding out about the specifics of the pregnancy, we could be putting together a lot of last-minute fu
