Whitney
“Everything's ready for her to be here, Ryan."
I spin in a circle, eyeing what will be Stella's nursery when she decides to come in December. Who cares if I'm a few months early. Before I know it, September will be over and I'll be looking down the barrel of my thirty-sixth birthday, wondering where all the time went. If I can get as much done now as possible, that's less I have to do later.
It looks exactly like I planned for it to. Pink, white, and grey chevron on one wall, the other three walls alternating those colors. The hardwood floor has the huge pink shag rug I wanted, a chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The dresser and changing table are set up, the closet has clothes ready for her to wear. Trevor, myself, and Ryan have done a lot of work, almost completely on our own
