CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
Grayson
Park dates look slightly different now that Quinn is only a few weeks away from her due date. She hasn’t been riding most things for a while, but we still love to walk around the park and people-watch. It’s fun to make up stories about other people’s lives, though none ever compare to ours. It’s also a good way for her to get out of the house. She gets a little grumpy if she’s cooped up for too long and doesn’t get her exercise. So we wander the different regions and try new snacks, and she talks about what rides she would build if she were in charge. She’s pretty good at it, and I think she may have missed her calling in life.
She’s been living with me since the baby shower, and there hasn’t been one moment that I’ve regretted. Even though she tosses and turns all night because she can’t get comfortable, I love sharing a bed with her every night. We’re both very excited and nervous as her due date gets closer and closer, but the parent support groups we joined all tell us our feelings are normal. We’ve met a few other couples about to have their first baby, and it’s been fun to have others talk to about it. Though Tatum and Dylan have made it very clear that we cannot replace them just because they aren’t having a baby yet.
We pass by the Griffin ride, and I think about the first time we rode it together, and I remember the pure joy she had on her face. That moment was probably when I first started falling for her. She looks up at me as if she knows what I’m thinking and smiles.
“I can’t wait to bring our little girl here,” she says.
“I know. It’s coming so soon,” I reply.
She takes another step and then pauses, and I wonder if I scared her. She puts her hand on her belly and then looks up at me, her eyebrows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, instantly concerned.
“I think it’s coming sooner than we thought,” she says.
“What?”
“I think I’m in labor.”