Novel Square
94
A few days had passed since the emotional farewell at the funeral. While the pain of loss still lingered, life had begun to slowly regain its rhythm. Today marked a significant step forward a day when we could finally move Amalia’s belongings to our house and create a space for her, an act that symbolized the continuation of life amid the shadows of grief.
My morning began with a furry, enthusiastic wake-up call from Spade. He bounded onto my bed, his tail wagging energetically as he showered me with licks. “Alright, alright!” I laughed, gently pushing his furry self off me. He barked excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation, and I rewarded his enthusiasm with a pat on the head before making my way to the shower to start the day.
After the shower, I made my way downstairs for breakfast, making sure to feed Spade before settling down with my own meal. As I enjoyed my breakfast, my mind buzzed with anticipation for the task ahead transforming a room into a haven for Amalia, a place where she could feel safe and loved.
Returning upstairs, I set to work on decorating Amalia’s room. The walls were adorned with soft pastel colors, and a mobile of delicate stars dangled from the ceiling. The crib stood ready, adorned with fluffy blankets and plush toys. It was a labor of love, an act of creating a space that would welcome Amalia into our family.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on a shelf filled with picture frames and mementos, the door swung open, and Alex entered the room with what could only be described as the most garish and outlandish carpet I had ever seen. Its vibrant colors clashed in a way that was hard to ignore, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight.
I burst into a fit of laughter, my eyes widening as I took in the carpet. “Alex, my eyes!” I exclaimed dramatically, clutching my chest as if I had been shocked. “What on earth is that?” I pointed at the carpet with mock horror, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease him.
Alex rolled his eyes playfully, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh come on, I thought it would add a pop of color!” he defended, placing the carpet down on the floor. “Besides, it was on sale.”
I laughed even harder at his reasoning, shaking my head in amusement. “Well, a pop of color is definitely one way to put it,” I quipped, approaching the carpet and running my fingers over its texture. “It’s like a work of modern art that you can walk on.”
Spade, sensing the playful energy in the room, wagged his tail and bounded over to the carpet, plopping himself down on it as if to claim it as his own. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Spade lounging on the vibrant masterpiece, his fur contrasting with the wild colors.
“See, Spade likes it,” Alex remarked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Maybe he has a better sense of interior design than you do.”
Rolling my eyes playfully at Alex, I couldn’t help but shake my head at the audacious carpet he had brought into the room. “You’re really trying to make that carpet work, huh?” I teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. “But I’m going to have to put my foot down on this one that carpet is not going in here.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
I gestured around the room, my tone filled with mock seriousness. “This is a nursery room, Alex. You don’t want to wake up at two in the morning to feed the baby and walk in on this psychedelic explosion,” I said, my eyebrows raised as I emphasized my point.
Alex chuckled, conceding with a grin. “Fair point,” he admitted, glancing at the carpet as if reevaluating his choices. “Well, I guess we can put it in the playroom then.”
“The playroom?” he echoed, his curiosity piqued.
I smiled, nodding enthusiastically. “Of course! We can turn one of the spare rooms into a playroom for the babies,” I suggested, excited by the idea of creating a space where they could play, learn, and grow.
His eyes lit up at the idea, his smile widening. “That’s a great idea,” he agreed, clearly envisioning the possibilities that lay ahead.
Just as we were discussing the playroom, the distant sound of a truck driving into our driveway caught our attention. Frowning slightly, I turned towards the window, my curiosity getting the best of me. “What is that?” I mused aloud, wondering what surprise might be arriving.
Alex’s smile turned mischievous as he revealed the source of the commotion. “I bought diapers for the baby,” he announced casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I processed the scene unfolding before me. Diapers upon diapers were being unloaded from the truck and carried into the house, forming a veritable mountain of baby essentials. “Did you buy all the diapers in the whole city?!” I exclaimed incredulously, my tone a mixture of astonishment and amusement.
Alex chuckled, clearly proud of his haul. “Well, you know, I figured we might need a few,” he replied, feigning innocence.
I shook my head in disbelief, unable to contain my laughter. “A few? This looks like a lifetime supply!” I retorted, pointing at the growing pile of diapers that seemed to multiply before my eyes.