She wasn’t going to fight him too hard on the matter because she had bought the furniture second hand, at an excellent price and was sure she could pick up more if she needed it but she didn’t like him putting her things down. It was simply a matter of her pride.
“You know I’m not going to be a kept woman don’t you? Just because we made a child together, doesn’t mean you’re going to take over my life,” she snapped. He grinned at her. He found her ill temper amusing. He also loved how independent she was and that she wasn’t afraid to call him on his arrogance. There were too many people afraid to talk back to him. He wouldn’t be falling in love with her if she was like the masses of other people in his life.
“I’d never think of you as a kept woman,” he finally managed to say without laughing. She could still see the smile in his eyes and glared all the more at him for it. He turned away and started on another box. He heard her grumble something but chose to ignore it. She had been trying to pick a fight with him for two days and instead of it angering him, it was incredibly amusing. He knew they would both feel better when they got into the new place and had a bit more space. He knew it would be helpful to have Jasmine visit with her so the women could do the girl talk thing he simply didn’t understand.
“I think it’s time to start packing up your clothes,” he said. He was looking forward to that. Her cheeks turned pink at the thought of him going through her intimate clothing.
“I can do that on my own,” she grumbled.
“The doctor said complete bed rest, so you can lay in bed and direct me,” he told her with a wicked grin and a waggle of his brows. That caused her to turn even more scarlet.
“You can help me with my closet but I’ll take care of the dresser,” she finally said with a glare. There was no way she was going to have him go through her panty drawer. He looked like he was going to argue some more but he finally seemed to realize she wasn’t backing down. He shrugged his shoulders and they headed into the bedroom.
She laid on the bed and her eyes started to get heavy and before long she fell asleep, with him quietly moving around the room. Drew tucked the light blanket around her and gently kissed her on the forehead, then headed out to let her rest.
The moving company was coming in the morning and most of the house was already packed up, so Drew headed into town for a while. He had to get out of the apartment. He called his cousins and the three of them met at their favorite furniture store. He found he was enjoying himself as he picked out furniture. He normally left all decorating for his resorts up to his decorators and rarely picked his own pieces out but he’d wanted to furnish his home, himself.
He grabbed some catalogs, so Trinity could pick out the drapes and decorative type stuff. He was mainly focused on getting furniture so they had a place to eat and sit.
They walked into the children’s section and he stared around at all the baby furniture, completely clueless. He had no idea what to buy for his new daughter. Derek got on the phone and called Jasmine. She rushed down there, more than happy to help. Within an hour of her arrival they had a fully stocked nursery.
He stared down at the crib, picturing his tiny daughter asleep in it and had to fight the emotions welling up inside him. He couldn’t believe in a short amount of time he was going to be a father. It was coming so fast. The doctor didn’t think she’d make the full forty weeks. He was hoping for her to make it to at least thirty six.
He stopped for some take-out and headed back to the apartment. Trinity was just starting to wake when he walked in the door. She came out to the living room, groggily rubbing her eyes.
“Something smells heavenly,” she said, as her stomach rumbled with pleasure. Drew laughed as her cheeks turned pink. He loved how easy she was to read.
“I can’t wait for this child to be born so I can go back to eating like a normal human being. I’m hungry all the time,” she said a bit sheepishly. She may have been embarrassed but she still grabbed an egg roll and started eating it hungrily.
“According to the doctor, you’re not eating enough,” he said, as he piled her plate with food. She shook her head at him and began to eat from the plate. She didn’t see how she wasn’t getting enough food, when it seemed to her she was eating all the time. The baby was taking up all the room in her stomach though, so she couldn’t put as much in there. When she had only finished about a quarter of the plate, she pushed it away, causing Drew to look at her with disapproving eyes. He pushed it back closer to her and she decided to just ignore him. She couldn’t force feed herself and besides, she knew she’d be hungry again in about an hour.
Drew crawled in bed with her that night, as he tended to do every night and she fell into a restful sleep. He hadn’t tried making love to her again but he’d convinced her the couch was too small for him to sleep on. She felt badly for him, since he was putting everything else in his life on hold to take care of her. Besides she slept better with him holding her. It felt great to be in his arms and he was great support for her back.
They both woke up late the next morning and had to rush around before the movers showed up. She had her last minute items that needed packed and she wanted to do a final search of her cupboards and drawers. She was just finishing up when the Salvation Army arrived for her furniture. She was a little sad to see the items hauled away.
The men thanked her for her donation. The apartment seemed too empty, with not much left except a bunch of boxes. The moving company showed up within minutes of the other men leaving and her apartment was cleared out within an hour. Drew sent the men ahead of them. He’d already hired some staff members who’d let them into the new home.
She wandered around the empty apartment, making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. It was completely empty. There was a knock on the door and a couple of women came in, carrying cleaning supplies. She kept the place spotless but there was a final cleaning that had to be done. Drew hadn’t wanted her around the chemicals and had insisted on hiring a company to do it for her.
As much as her back was hurting, she hadn’t argued with him and was relieved to have someone else doing the hard work. She turned her keys over to the manager and walked out of the place she had called home for the past couple of years.
Drew gently helped her into his car and they were off to the new house. She’d only seen pictures of it online and was looking forward to going through it. From the pictures, it was certainly impressive.