ENZO KING
It’s been two weeks since the doctor’s visit and guess what? Nandi and I are finally moving to our home. Nandi still has to get the rest of her stuff at home. We will be going there on a weekend. I am glad that we pushed in buying furniture for our house. We have the whole set of a living room, our bedroom is painted and fully furnished, the patio lounge is also furnished, and the rest will follow as we settle in the house.
“Enzo, today I have to meet with the interior designer for Tingo’s room,” Nandi reminds me as she walks out of the bathroom, holding her toiletry bag.
“Why can’t he meet us at our house?” I ask.
“Because, that is not what we agreed on, baby. Besides, what is he coming for when he was there two days ago?”
“To check out the baby’s room, honey,”
Nandi lau
