Home Alone
I glance at the clock, finally breaking my attention away from the Knicks game I was watching. Lexie should be here soon as long as she didn't get held up at work, which could always happen. I force myself up off the sofa, I can come back to the game.
I walk down the hall and into Ana's room and open the closet, grabbing the plastic bin filled with her baby clothes. Or whatever baby clothes I had here. I know Aubrey won't be able to use all this pink stuff, but maybe she could use some of the blankets and bibs or socks or something. I don't want her to know that I know that it's a boy.
I grab a few other things from the closet and toss them into the box. I don't really need these things. Buying new isn't an issue, especially since I want the baseball room to watch perfectly for him.
Before long the door bell rings and I know it's Lexie. I put the top back on the box and shut the light off.
"Evening," I greet pulling the door opened.
I walk down the hall and into Ana's room and open the closet, grabbing the plastic bin filled with her baby clothes. Or whatever baby clothes I had here. I know Aubrey won't be able to use all this pink stuff, but maybe she could use some of the blankets and bibs or socks or something. I don't want her to know that I know that it's a boy.
I grab a few other things from the closet and toss them into the box. I don't really need these things. Buying new isn't an issue, especially since I want the baseball room to watch perfectly for him.
Before long the door bell rings and I know it's Lexie. I put the top back on the box and shut the light off.
"Evening," I greet pulling the door opened.