In the weeks leading up to the Fourth of July, Ryan and I work together to finalize everything we need for the baby. We visit more baby stores, picking out furniture, blankets, and bottles, carefully discussing each detail, from the crib design to the colour of the nursery walls. Ryan’s attention to every little thing amazes me, he’s fully invested in this, in her, and it’s a side of him I hadn’t seen before. We complete the nursery, with soft pastel hues and delicate decorations. It’s perfect.
Despite the joy of these preparations, there’s a quiet tension between us that neither of us talks about, but we both feel. I can tell Ryan wants more than just being involved with the baby, he wants us, together again. But I’m not sure I’m ready to take that step. Yet, as the nursery comes togethe
