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-8 months later-

I only had 4 weeks to go & I was fucking stressing.

"Kay we've gotta get this nursery together baby."

"I know, as soon as I'm home we'll do it okay?"

"Impossible you have to go, don't they know I'm literally due any day?"

"Brett wouldn't make me go if it wasn't important baby. It's only a week, I'll be home before you know it."

"Can you get Mickey to stay here with me?"

He nodded & rang his brother.

I sighed & looked around our bedroom.

"Baby?"

"Mm?" He asked, ending their phone call.

"We haven't even picked names."

"Hey, don't stress about all that okay. We've still got time. You relax." He whispered, kissing my forehead & laying me in the bed.