Two hearts combined

I had been spending most of my time in the nursery since Zack had brought me there.

For the past many weeks, I had been feeling a strange urge to do touch-ups here and there.

Nesting, I believe Eleanor called it.

Apparently, it was normal for pregnant women to make changes around the home, leading up to the birth of their child.

Up until this point, it had seemed pointless and unnecessary to me, but now I was unable to fight it.

I was about five months along at this point, and my condition was clearly showing.

Zack was leaning against the wall at the far end of the room, watching me patiently while I did my thing.

He had been unusually quiet lately, but seemed content.

Happy even.

He had expressed concern for my health countless times, but these past few months had been great.

I had gained most of my weight back, plus the weight I was carrying from the baby.

Eating was no longer a challenge and I was strong enough to get around on my own.