Six months later

Petunia was at the hospital, she was due in the late afternoon. She didn’t get a gender reveal scan, she wanted her baby to be a surprise. I have to start saying, OUR baby.

I was standing in the nursery, Petunia had asked me to bring the baby diapers, as she had left them behind by mistake. It was my first time in the nursery, Petunia had designed it alone. I was detached from her pregnancy, and eventually I detached from her. Somehow, I resented her for getting pregnant. I’d have to watch her go through the pain of loss, all over again. I hated myself more for getting myself into this mess.

The nursery was painted in white, with yellow little ducklings and flowers on it. The cot was white, and there was a shelf with story books, on it. Three white towels were hung carefully on a rail, and a big puffy mat was on the floor. A built in wardrobe was on the far corner, and it was overflowing with baby clothes. A yellow rocking chair was next to the cot, a baby monitor was on the shelf, and there was a door that led to a mini bathroom. I pushed open that door and walked in, I was welcomed by a small baby tub, little duckling bath toys, and sponge soaps, two more yellow towels were neatly hung on the bath.

I smiled to myself as the bathroom had a little potty. Petunia had gone overboard, the baby was going to be in diapers for atleast a year and a half.

I took the clothes and ran out to the car, I threw the bag with the clothes on the backseat, this time I took my Jeep. It was spacious and I had installed a baby seat

Somehow I became interested in meeting the baby, even though I knew it wouldn’t last 2 weeks on earth.