Maddie is supposed to move in this weekend. She called to give me the date and time for her ultrasound and told me she’d thought about my offer and decided to accept. She was so businesslike on the phone I had to check and make sure I wasn’t talking to Nicole.
“I’m having a bed delivered. For my room,” she said. I wanted to insist she move into my room, in my bed, and save the second room for the baby, but I just agreed to her request. She also insists on bringing her beloved couch, which is fine because Cal took ours, and she asked for 2/3 of the pantry space so she had room for all the snacks she needs to be eating while she grows a human being.
My child. How could I say no to a request from the woman gestating my child? As soon as we hang up, I drive to the warehouse store and stock
