Somebody to Love

One Month Later

Bethany sorts the clothes they got from the baby shower and puts them into the drawers of the white wooden vanity in the nursery.

The vanity was an oak color before, but Tom worked all day on Thursday to stain it white so it would match the rest of the furniture.

He and Bethany constructed the crib, changing table, dresser, vanity, and chair. It took awhile, but they got everything constructed.

"Tom!" Bethany yells.

Tom jumps off of the couch and races upstairs, almost tripping on the rug, and runs to the nursery. "Are you alright?" he asks, out of breath.

"I'm alright, sorry for scaring you. I just wanted to tell you... he's kicking."

"What?"

"Yeah." she softly chuckles. "Come here."

Tom kneels down and puts his hand on Bethany's stomach. He starts laughing when he feels the soft kick. "Girls! Girls, come in here. Hurry!"

Footsteps come running down the hall and the girls stop in front of the door. "Yeah, Daddy?"

"Come sit. Feel Mummy's tummy."

The girls kennel down next to their parents and put their hands in Bethany's stomach. "That's weird!" Arabella says. "What's he doing?"

"Is he trying to trying to escape?" Arielle asks.

"No, he's just kicking."

Bethany whines and grabs Tom's hand.

"Are you okay, darling?" he asks.

"Mhm... it's just... kinda really painful. He's really cute though."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Unless you put a steel cover on my uterus, no. But thank you, baby."

Tom chuckles and pulls Bethany closer. "I'm so excited for him. 2 months left."

"Little Nicky." Tom gives Bethany a look and she laughs. "I'm just trying to screw with you."

"Are you now?"

"When is he gonna be born?" Arielle asks and rocks on her feet.

"In two months."

"Well yeah but when?"

"The due date is March 3rd but he might come early."

"He'll come early? Yay!"

"Well, wait, maybe. Nothing's for sure, dear."

"I want him to come early."

"I can't control that my dear." Bethany smiles.

"We'll get him out. I need scissors-"

"Arielle," Tom says, concerned that his daughter was on a path of becoming a serial killer.

"What? How else do you get something out of somewhere? We gotta cut him out. I'll go grab the stuff."

"How about you go draw your brother a picture? A nice, calm, no murderous picture."

"Okay."

Arielle skips out of the nursery and goes into her bedroom to draw the picture.

"She's gonna be a good big sister."

"She will. And what about you Bells, are you excited?"

"Yeah. Can I help with him like I did for Arielle?"