I sorted everything out, making sure it was all perfect. I used the feather duster to brush away the bit of dust that I saw forming on the shelf. There was a chuckle from the doorway and I looked over at Frank watching me. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, looking down lovingly. His warm, hazel eyes helped to calm me down a bit but I was still worried.
“Babydoll, it's fine,” Frank said.
I shook my head. “Do you know how many germs are in dust? I don't want my baby around all that, she could get sick. Oh my god, we need to completely clean the house, it has to be spotless.”
“Princess, babies are a lot stronger than you think,” Frank said.
“But what if we can't raise her correctly?” I worried. “What if she dies? What if she gets sick? What if she hates us?”
He caresses my
