Chapter two
hundred and sixty-two:
Admittedly,
Christy had lost track of time.
She had been so
focused on seeing Isaac again; she began to feel worn out.
She sat down
with a cup of doctor recommended herbal tea and a book on pregnancy to rest.
She was just
barely over two months along, but wanted to be sure she did everything right.
She wasn’t about to repeat any of her parents mistakes, and was focused on
raising a happy and healthy baby with her wonderful husband. Amidst day dreams,
she laid aside her book and picked up her sketch pad and a number two pencil.
She was entirely focused on recreating her dream of a perfect family onto her
sketch pad; she had drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
She woke some
time later when a soft hand was placed on her knee. Having always been a light
sleeper, she woke immediately, to find herself face to
face with her husband.
“Isaac!” She
cried in surprise, sitting upright and throwing her arms around his neck.
“God, I missed
you too.” He admitted, hugging her tightly, he closed his eyes and inhaled her
familiar scent, feeling a sense of peace flood over him at last. He hadn’t
realized how much he had missed her until that moment.
They had just
spoken by phone the night before, but he still needed to right next to her,
more than anyplace else in the world. He broke the embrace long enough to kiss
her.
“How are you?”
He gently perched on the edge of the bed, “have you been resting?”
“Yes, of
course.” She laughed at his worry.
“How was the
doctor’s appointment? Everything okay?”
“Everything is
perfect so far.” Christy grinned broadly. “I have new ultra sounds to show you.”
“Good!” He
beamed, then took her hand tightly. “I promise I won’t
miss another.”
“You’d better
not.” She teased.
He smiled at her
for several minutes. He loved her, and the strength of that feeling was
overwhelming at times.
“What’s this?”
He asked, lifting her sketchbook from her lap. He examined her drawing
carefully.
“Oh,” She
replied, leaning forward to explain her picture like a toddler explaining his
scribbles.
Her sketch was
near picture perfect, and phenomenally well drawn, Isaac admired. She was a
very talented woman, even without formal training. He knew she could draw
anything and give him goose bumps at her accuracy.
“This,” She
pointed, “Is the room in our house that we decided would be the nursery. I’ve
had a lot of time on my hands, so I pretty much designed it myself.”
“Really?” He asked, moving closer to her, so they
could both look at the drawing together.
“This is a
change table I saw the other day when I was looking at maternity clothes and I
thought it was really remarkable. That’s an antique rocking chair like the one
your mother said she used to nurse her kids in. I love the idea of
incorporating old and new.” She explained.
“And what’s
this?” He asked, pointing to the center of the drawing, something she had
clearly designed as the focal point. He knew precisely what it was, but wanted
her explanation.
“That’s the
crib. I haven’t seen one that I like, so I designed my own.” She admitted
sheepishly.
“Uh-huh. And
this little bump under the blankets, is that our baby?” He asked with a smile.
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Cute,
huh?”
“Definitely,” he
admitted, leaning over to softly kiss her forehead. “So, this baby that you
see… is it a boy or a girl?”
Christy smiled.
“I don’t care, honestly. As long as its happy and healthy and
ours.” She rested her head on his shoulder.
They sat
together like that for several minutes.
”Have you eaten yet, honey?” He asked, laying a gentle hand on her stomach to
see if there was any change there. There wasn’t any: not that he was surprised.
It was still very early, he just couldn’t wait.
“I had
breakfast. Jimmy made me a toasted western with extra onions.” She admitted.
Isaac raised his
eyebrows. Normally his wife hated onions, but if she was having a weird
craving, he wasn’t about to question it. “Well, I was going to suggest we go
out for lunch. I know a great little restaurant and we could catch up.”
Christy smiled.
“Perfect.”
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