My Boyfriend is My Doctor

Chapter 74 Michael’s Panic Mode: Preparing the Nursery for the Twins’ Arrival

The morning sun streamed through the condo windows, illuminating a living room that looked more like a warehouse than a home. Stacks of baby supplies, crib parts, and unopened boxes of diapers were scattered across the floor. Michael stood in the center of the chaos, hands on his hips, eyes scanning the scene as if it were a battlefield.

Marnie leaned against the doorframe, her hands on her slightly swollen belly, and observed the spectacle. “Michael… relax,” she said softly, her voice tinged with amusement. “It’s just a nursery, not a surgery room.”

Michael’s jaw tightened. “Marnie, do you see this?” he exclaimed, gesturing to a pile of unassembled cribs. “These cribs have screws, bolts, and labels. If I assemble them incorrectly, even slightly, it could compromise safety! Safety, Marnie! Do you understand? This is life and death for the twins!”

Marnie rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Michael… they’re babies, not patients. They won’t sue you if the crib tilts a little.”

“That is not the point,” he said, scanning the room with the intensity of a general preparing for war. “Precision matters. Preparation matters. Organization matters. And if anything goes wrong, it will be my fault. My fault!”

The Shopping Spree Aftermath

Michael had gone into full-on panic mode after the baby shower. He insisted on buying every single item he could think of—cribs, bassinets, monitors, baby clothes in multiple sizes, sterilizers, even two identical white noise machines for each twin.

The delivery from the store arrived at dawn, and Michael supervised every box being carried into the condo, checking inventory lists and triple-checking receipts. Marnie had tried to assist him, but after an hour of him scrutinizing a pacifier like it was a rare medical instrument, she had given up and sat on the couch, laughing quietly to herself.

“I think you’re taking this too far,” she said, gently resting a hand on her belly.

“I am not taking this too far,” Michael snapped, though his tone lacked its usual harshness. “I am being… thorough. Protective. Responsible. These are the standards I live by!”

Marnie smiled, leaning against him as he checked the crib screws for the third time. “You’re obsessed,” she whispered.

Michael froze, then softened immediately. “I’m passionately obsessed with the safety and well-being of my wife and my twins. Big difference.”

Assembling the Cribs: Chaos Ensues

By mid-morning, Michael had decided it was time to assemble the cribs himself. He had watched countless tutorial videos, read instruction manuals multiple times, and even created a step-by-step checklist.

Marnie watched, bemused, as he lay on the floor, bolts and panels scattered around him, muttering to himself. “Step one… step two… not to be confused with step four… cross-check screw alignment…”

“Do you need help?” Marnie asked gently.

Michael looked up at her, eyes wide with panic. “No! I cannot risk mistakes. You… you distract me. I… I need focus. Absolute focus!”

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Fine, Mr. Perfectionist.”

Hours passed, and slowly, the cribs began to take shape. Michael’s brow furrowed with concentration at every step. He measured twice, tightened screws thrice, and even insisted on testing the stability by bouncing gently on the floor beside the crib—just to ensure it could handle the weight of the twins.

Marnie couldn’t help but giggle. “Michael, I promise, the babies won’t fall out if you make a tiny mistake.”

“They might!” he exclaimed dramatically. “And I will not forgive myself if they do!”

The Nursery Begins to Take Shape

By late afternoon, the room was beginning to resemble an actual nursery. The cribs stood proudly on opposite sides of the room, blankets neatly folded, mobiles hanging gently above them. A small rocking chair sat in the corner, and shelves were filled with tiny clothes, stuffed animals, and meticulously labeled bins of supplies.

Michael paced the room, scanning it like a hawk. “This… this is acceptable,” he muttered. “But… no, it’s almost perfect. I need to check the monitors again.”

Marnie sat in the rocking chair, watching him fuss over the room. She placed a hand on her belly and smiled softly. “You know, they’re going to love you as much as I do,” she whispered.

Michael froze, looking at her with wide eyes. “Do you… really think so?”

“I know so,” she replied, her voice full of certainty. “They already kick like crazy whenever you talk to them. They know their daddy loves them.”

Michael’s stern expression softened, and he knelt beside her. “Marnie… I… I don’t think I ever realized how much I could feel before. For them. For you. I just… I want to protect them. All of them. Every second of every day.”

Marnie leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his devotion. “And that’s exactly why they’ll love you. You’re already their hero.”

Michael’s Panic Mode Escalates

As the evening approached, Michael’s panic intensified. He had checked the cribs a dozen times, triple-checked the monitors, and even reorganized the shelves yet again. He had a full list of potential emergencies prepared: diaper blowouts, feeding schedules, spitting incidents, and—worst of all—sleep disturbances.

Marnie gently touched his arm. “Michael… take a deep breath. The nursery is ready. You’ve done more than enough.”

“I cannot… cannot relax,” he muttered, pacing. “What if… what if something happens at night? What if they cry and I’m not prepared?”

“You will be prepared,” she reassured him. “You’re their father. You’re the most capable person I know.”

He stopped pacing, eyes meeting hers. “But… but what if I’m not? What if I make a mistake?”

“You won’t,” she said firmly, placing her hand over his. “And even if you do, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone, Michael. And neither are they.”

For the first time that evening, Michael’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He exhaled, leaning his forehead against hers. “I… I just want to make sure everything is perfect. For you. For them.”

Marnie smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It already is, Michael. You, me, and our twins… we’re perfect together.”

Late-Night Reflections

After a long day of preparation, the condo was finally quiet. The nursery stood ready, a safe haven for the twins. Michael and Marnie sat on the couch, holding hands, exhaustion etched on their faces.

“I think… I might actually sleep tonight,” Michael muttered, though his eyes remained watchful, scanning the nursery as if expecting the twins to appear suddenly.

“You did enough today,” Marnie said softly. “You built their home, their first room, and made sure everything is safe. That’s a lot.”

Michael nodded, leaning back against her. “I know. But I can’t stop. Not yet. I need to be ready. Always ready.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “And you will be. You’re already more than ready. You’re their father, Michael. The best father they could have.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, closing his eyes for the first time in hours. “For them… for you… I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

As they sat together in the quiet condo, the nursery bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, both of them knew that the real adventure was just beginning. The twins would arrive soon, and with them, a new chapter filled with love, chaos, laughter, and the protective, obsessive, and endlessly devoted presence of Michael Co.

The twins’ home was ready. Now it was just a matter of waiting for their arrival—and Michael was determined to be the best father, husband, and protector from the very first moment they took their breaths in the world.