Sarah
Leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed, I can't suppress the grin spreading across my face.
There they are, Vincent and Nathan, each holding a different end of what's supposed to be the sides of the baby dresser. The instructions are spread out on the floor like a treasure map that neither seems able to read.
"Guys, you do realize that it's just a baby dresser, not a spaceship, right?" I quip, watching as their brows knit even tighter, if that's possible.
"Easy for you to say, Sarah," Vincent shoots back without looking up, his fingers fumbling with a tiny bolt. "This thing has more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle."
Nathan, ever the optimist, chimes in with a chuckle. "We've got this under control. Right, Vincent?"
"Totally," Vincent says, though his voice lacks any rea
