Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
our newest additions.Right above where one baby will sleep, over the crib, hangs a wooden circle with the name Wesley Greyson in big, bold black and white letters. Above the other hangs a second wooden circle with the name Piper Brielle in big, bold black and purple letters.
A knock on the front door stops us. “That must be the cribs.” The white and black Aztec patterned carpet showed up yesterday and goes perfectly with the hardwood floors. Everything’s coming together, and all we need are both cribs and dressers to complete the look.
A child’s play teepee has been erected in the corner to go with the theme. Lantern lights hang proudly—one on each side of where the cribs will go. Willie and Charlie from the bar chipped in together and purchased me a rocker for the corner of the room. Black in color to go with the rest.
Brooks opens the door, and the guy delivering both cribs is Wyatt, the guy that started this all. I smile at the funny memories surrounding this moment. He smiles a knowing smile after looking to my stomach. My bump is on full display these days. Maternity pants my new way of life.
“Hey, man,” Brooks says, lending his hand out to shake with his old roomie.
“Hey, stranger. I see things are going well for you these days.”
Brooks looks back and smiles at me. “Sure are.”
“Seems like some congrats are in order.”
“Thanks.”
He looks down at the package he laid against the door. “Crib?”
“Cribs. Twins.”
“Wow, congrats you two.”
“Thank you.” I can’t help but love the dimples that peek out with Brooks’ smile.
Handing over the box, he nods. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. May the force be with you. I’ve heard those are beasts to put together.”
Brooks chuckles. “See Mia, Star Wars. It’s a thing.” I wrinkle my nose. I still to this day, can’t get into Star Wars. Every other thing we watch together is something we both enjoy, but not that.
Closing the door, he picks up the boxes and heads back to Wesley and Piper’s nursery. It’s weird calling them by their names even though they aren’t here yet, but not too much longer—several more weeks, hopefully.
As soon as we open the box to the first crib, it becomes clear what Wyatt said. So many tiny intricate pieces. “Um…Mia. We have an issue. These instructions are all in Spanish.”
I throw my hand to my chest and fake gasp. “You don’t know Spanish?! The audacity!” He looks at me, mouth agape like he isn’t even sure how to respond to me. That’s the case most days. Gotta keep him on his toes, right?
“Flip it over, Brooks. Is there an English version on the other side?”
“Yep, right. Got it.” He takes a few minutes before looking over again. “Hey, do you think it’d be sexy if I learned Spanish as a second language?”
“Only if you learn the dirtiest words…”
“My naughty little girl.”
“Mmmhmm, and this naughty little pixie brain is thinking the dirtiest things about you right now and very well might need a shower.”
“Shower is too dangerous to bang you like I want to, baby. I’m pro-bed these days.”
I stick out my bottom lip in a pout. “No fair. I like naughty shower sex.”
He groans, probably thinking about how hot it was the last time we’d had shower sex. So…hot. When I first started getting my baby bump, I’d protested that I was getting too fat for sex. I was only getting bigger. I wondered if at some point he was going to stop finding me attractive, but he was insatiable. He never wanted to stop. It was almost as if my being pregnant made him want it more.
He picks me up and carries me to our room. Ripping my leggings from my body, he doesn’t even seem apologetic. Next comes my shirt. He can’t wait to get me naked. I’ve taken on a zero-tolerance policy on wearing underwear, and a bra these days seems to be taxing unless I’m going to work or out.
“Mmhmm. I like it when you don’t wear underthings.”
I shake my head at him. “Underthings, Brooks, really? I thought we were past this phase.”
He shrugs, followed by a wink. “They will always be underthings, Mia. But they’re very sexy underthings.”
The cribs forgotten, Brooks does what he does best. He makes me forget that a world exists outside of the two of us. We move as one as we make love that night. It’s poetic watching our shadows paint the walls, much like my brush painting a canvas. We’re still painting the canvas of our life, one stroke at a time.
Zara and Macy talked me into letting them throw Mia a surprise baby shower. Knowing her answer would’ve been hell no had they asked, they decided to go ahead and do it, consequences be damned.
Eddie shut down Topsy Turvy at three this afternoon and kicked everyone out. The guests for the baby shower will be arriving soon, and they need to get everything cleaned and set up beforehand.
She may hate me for keeping this from her. Mia isn’t a fan of surprises or change—in fact, she loathes it, but if her best friends want to throw a party for her, far be it for me to get in the middle of it. I’ll deal with whatever comes my way. Hopefully, it’ll be Mia…
I find her sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery rubbing her belly. She’s glowing, and I can’t help but appreciate it. She’s all baby and she’s gorgeous. Every time I see her these days, she just looks so perfect. To me, she’s always been perfect, perfectly imperfect to me. Looking up, she sees me and smiles. “Hey, Brooksy. I’m still finding it so hard to believe that our little ones will be here in less than a month’s time. Heck, I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since we moved in together. I’m so not ready.”
“You’re going to do just fine, Mia. I