“I know.” Lulu waves her hand in front of her face. “It’s hormones, and I love the house so much, and now I get to show you the nursery. It’s just so precious.”
“Let’s see,” Natasha says.
“Come on.” Lulu gestures to the stairs, and we all climb behind her. For being about six years pregnant and a little wobbly, she moves pretty fast. “The primary suite is at the end of the hall, and Rome instructed menotto show it off because it’s just for us.”
“Love that,” I say with an approving nod. “It should be your sanctuary, just for the two of you.”
“I know. I wasn’t allowed to show you the Shibari room downstairs either. I don’t know why, we all belong to the club and have seen way more shocking things than that, but it’s fine.”
“Wait.” I hold up a hand. “You have aShibari room?”
“It’s one of our things,” Lulu says with a shrug. “And we built a whole room for it, andholy shit, you guys. Ten out of ten stars, highly recommend.”
The room with the ropes.
“What about when your kid is old enough to ask questions about it?” Natasha asks.
“The door locks,” Lulu replies with a wink. “Okay, the nursery is next door to the primary. We want lots of babies, and they’ll always be next door to us until a new one comes along, and then they’ll get moved to another bedroom.”
“How many bedrooms are in the house?” I ask her.
“Nine,” she replies, and I stumble over my own feet. Lulu dissolves into giggles. “I know, it’s a lot. It’s too many. Two of those are our bedroom and the nursery, and although I do want several babies, it’s probably not going to be seven. But this gives us plenty of space. It’s our forever home, and someday, I hope our kids will come home with families of their own to visit.”
Forever home.
I’ve never even pondered the idea of a forever home. I’ve been too consumed with finding Rosie, my entire life suspended in time while I searched for her. The thought of marrying and having children has never occurred to me, not even once.
And here is this woman, who can’t be twenty-five, thinking about where her grandchildren are going to sleep, and it makes me emotional.
“Whoa, you okay?” Natasha asks when she sees my face.
“I think it’s sweet.” I shrug a shoulder and smile over at her. “And I’m happy for them.”
Lulu opens the door of the nursery, and all three of us say “Aww” at the same time.
“It’s a princess room,” Scarlett says. “But not obnoxious with it.”
Lulu nods. “I know. I wanted it to be pink and full of princess things because she’sliterallya princess.” She rubs her belly. “But also, it couldn’t be gaudy or ridiculous.”
She hit the mark with this room. The walls are a light blush, and the artwork is gorgeous watercolor paintings of castlesand dreamy landscapes. The crib, changing table, dresser, and rocking chair are all white with light-pink cushions, and the tiniest clothes are hanging in the closet.
“She has Dior dresses,” Natasha says with a little snort. “Those areadorable.”
“I sprung for the Dior stroller too,” Lulu admits. “Because it’s just so pretty. I know, it’s over the top.”
“No,” Natasha says, shaking her head. “‘Over the top’ is a husband who buys you an entireresortfor Christmas. I think a Dior stroller is pretty tame.”
I blink at Natasha. “Aresort?”
“The whole thing, right on the water outside of LA,” she confirms. “In case you haven’t figured it out, these men are unhinged, and there isn’t anything they won’t give us. So be careful what you wish for.”
“I think Mateo must have threatened the construction guys who are building my studio because I swear it’ll be finished in like a week.”
“That sounds about right,” Scarlett says with a nod. “Also, I can’t wait to see it.”
“Me too,” Lulu agrees.
“Did you show them your ink?” I ask Natasha.
