Sylvester's Point Of View
"Tristan, you don't have to keep doing so much. Why don't you rest, and tell us what you want done?" I sighed in exasperation.
During the last week of his 2nd trimester, we had hosted a massive baby shower. All the Mafia Kings were also in attendance, and the unborn child received more gifts than we could even count. Tristan had spent the following week and a half opening everything.
After opening it all, the real troubles began.
He had been driving us crazy with his nesting. At the start of his third trimester, he became insanely active, remodeling his room into a nursery. Torhrezz nearly keeled over at the sight of Tristan attempting to move furniture around.
Since Tristan wanted the gender of the baby to be a surprise, we had told everyone to aim for neutral colors. As you can imagine, the other Kings took it as a personal challenge to buy the cutest outfits possible.