A short but sweet instalment! Enjoy x
It had been a week since the disaster meal in Weatherfield and I had been trying to keep Carla's focus on our little family. She was talking to Rob almost every day and Michelle was texting all the time. I had arranged for Kate and Aidan to come round at the end of the week. I didn't want to overcrowd Carla and thought that family shaped surprise might do her good. She had a small bump, that was only just noticeable from certain angles, not that she seemed to mind.
It was Friday evening, and there was a knock at the door. Nick was in the kitchen, making some tea, so I got up and answered the door. "Hi sis!" Aidan greeted, as I almost immediately wrapped my arms around him. I then went to hug Kate, who I noticed was holding an overnight bag. "Surprise!" Nick said, coming out from the kitchen. "You knew?" I asked him, a wide smile across my face. "Of course, I've set up the spare room because they're going to be staying with us." Nick explained, taking Kate's bag off of her, as Aidan closed the front door behind Kate.
I went into the kitchen and finished preparing dinner, lasagne, as Carla went into the living room to catch up with her siblings. They were both planning on staying until Sunday afternoon, which gave them the whole weekend to do whatever they liked. It seemed to cheer Carla up, which was the main thing.
Nick and I were lying next to each other. It was a Thursday morning, and we had both taken the day off work, we wanted to get a few things sorted, mainly we wanted to start looking at houses. I still had twenty three weeks until my due date, but I knew that that would go by fast enough. On top of that, we needed to start thinking about things for the baby, and things for me. My clothes were starting to get tighter and I wanted to start thinking about a birth plan, not that I had mentioned this to Nick.
Later on that day, we had gone to the local estate agent and picked up some brochures. When we had been home for about an hour, I decided to approach the issue of giving birth to Nick. As much as it was a scary thought, I knew that it needed to be thought about. "Nick." I spoke softly, as he was carefully flicking through the brochure. "Can we talk about the baby? About the birth?" I asked, as he turned to face me, a little shocked that I was asking him to talk about it. "Have you decided what you want to do?" He asked me, putting the pamphlet on the coffee table. "I think so." I told him honestly, as he took my hand. "Do you want me to make a list?" He asked me, as I nodded in response.
I got up and took a notepad and a pen from a draw at side of the room, and sat back down next to Carla. I was glad she was talking about the baby, she seemed to be talking about it more and more this week, I think she saw week sixteen as a danger mark, and now she was surpassing it, it made her feel a lot better.