“Good morning to you, too,” I said.
Twenty-five
Carter
“Wake up, beautiful.”
“Mmm… no. Not yet,” Natasha said.
“Come on, beautiful. I know you can open those eyes for me,” I said.
“But I don’t wanna.”
“You will when you hear what I have planned for the day.”
“Is it a day of sleep? Because I’m already ahead of you on that.”
“No. It’s a day at the spa.”
I watched Natasha open one of her eyes as she turned her face towards me. Her stomach was protruding out farther than I could’ve ever expected, and I could only imagine what it felt like to spend four months cooped up in a room. She was hardly getting out unless we were all going to a ball game, and even then she was exhausted by the time we got back to the house.
I wanted to do something special for her.
Something that was tailored specifically to what she would enjoy.
“A spa day?” Natasha asked. “Where are the kids?”
“Off to my mom’s for the weekend,” I said.
“Wait, the entire weekend?”
“The entire weekend. Just you, me, and a very luxurious spa day.”
“What about the rest of the weekend?” she asked.
“I’ll be waiting on you hand and foot.”
“Don’t you already do that?” she asked.
“No, I don’t. I make sure you have what you need within arm’s reach, but I don’t get to wait on you. Trust me. This weekend is going to be wonderful. And all you have to do is relax.”
“Hmm, it’s like my own personal babymoon.”
“A what?”
“A babymoon. You know, where a couple spends some alone time together before a baby comes?”
“Never heard of it.”
“What?” she asked. “You’ve never heard of a babymoon?”
“Not the term, no. I get the concept, but I didn’t know it was titled anything other than a nice weekend.”
Natasha giggled as she rolled towards me and my hand fell to her stomach. I could feel our children kicking around in there, pressing their hands and toes towards my touch. I bent down and pressed my lips to her stomach, kissing every stretch mark and pressing my lips against every place I could feel my children kicking.
“If you keep that up they’re gonna kill me before this spa day.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Hey, you guys keep it down in there. Mommy’s having a rough morning.”