The Wedding Lullaby: Chapter Seven
The waiting room at the prenatal diagnostic center was empty except for the two of them. Shifting in his chair, Brett wondered if Laurel was as nervous as he was. He felt like he was waiting for the opening bell to ring on the stock exchange floor after a record drop in the market the day before. He didn’t want to ask how she felt because they seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement over the past few days—no talking about the upcoming appointment.
Their spare time had been filled with decorating the house: looking at furniture, samples of fabrics, paint chips. They’d hired an interior designer, Renee Bernard, who promised to limit her creative input unless asked. Renee would only help Laurel order furniture and coordinate painters, craftsmen, and d
