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Since I wasn’t showing, that made things easy to do.
But what was surfacing from my body was a need to nest. I wanted to look at the space in my home where our baby would eventually sleep. I wanted the sight of a crib. A rocking chair. A changing table and a custom closet.
And those were the things I tried to visualize as I stood in the doorway of my guest bedroom, looking at the space, trying to determine where everything would go.
“What are you doing, baby?” Cooper’s arms surrounded me from the back, his hands pressed against my stomach, a warm,semi-rough cheek brushing mine before his lips made their way to my neck.
“Thinking. Planning. You know, all the things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Crib things. A rocking chair thing.”
“Ohhh. That.”
I turned my neck to look at him. “You haven’t thought about any of that?”
“Sure I have.” His smile was mischievous. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“You mean since the last time you asked twenty minutes ago, right before you took that phone call, and I wandered in here?”
He laughed. “Pregnancy has made you even spicier.” He kissed me.
“I’m exhausted,” I said when I got my lips back. “I know I took a nap earlier, but I’m almost ready for another.”
He lifted his hands to my shoulders. “Does anything hurt?”
“Everything. Just rub.”
He began to massage from my neck to my biceps, working into the muscles, getting areas I hadn’t even realized ached.
“Yesss.”
“How about here?” He moved to my lower back.
“Oh my God. Whatever you do, do not stop.”
He chuckled as he focused on my SI joints, and the looseness he was creating caused me to lean against his chest.
“Are you hungry?”
“You’re always trying to feed me, Cooper.”
He rose to my spine, tracing up to my neck and down to my tailbone. “I was feeding you before you were carrying my baby. Nothing has changed.”
“While you were on your call, I snacked on some pineapple.”
“You finished the one I just cut up, didn’t you?”
“Mmhmm. I can’t get enough. The tartness and coldness—it’s everything.”
“I know. It’s your fourth one this week. All I want to do is have Klark make you these elaborate meals, and the only thing you want to eat is pineapple.”
“It’s all that sounds good to me. Damn you, first trimester.”
His fingers climbed their way across my lower back. “Do you feel well enough to go out?”
“If you keep rubbing, I’ll say yes to anything.”
