...Austin POV...
I have moved out into the guest room permanently.
Things in the Pierce household have gone from tense to nothing at all. Summer and me barely talk to each other, and when we do, we find ourselves in an argument. I have stopped counting the number of stupid things that we fight over. That damn cribs are still standing there; Grant told her to sort her shit out and to stop being so unreasonable. Now when I wanted to agree with him, I found a plate come flying towards my head.
Summer has gone completely insane, and I mean that in the nicest of ways.
She is working herself up to a frenzy every day, which the doctor told her to clearly stop doing for her stress levels are not good for the babies. She is going for thirty-four weeks soon, and she is going on like a complete lunatic.