HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

Sin and I were putting decorations and baby clothes in the recently finished baby nursery. We had shopped for baby clothes that were unisex. Sin had put everything up by himself; I helped a little. He refused to call anyone for help, saying he wanted to do it himself.

"Check this out," I said, presenting him a pink baby bodysuit with the inscription "daddy's little angel."

He comes behind me, pulling me toward him, planting a kiss on the side of my neck. "I love it," he replies, spinning me around for a real kiss.

I giggle. "Do you think it's okay to set up the nursery now when we leave for New York tomorrow?"

"It will be easier for us; that way we don't need to rush to set up the nursery when we come back with the baby."

I nod, "So how is the crib coming along?"

He smiles, covers my eyes with his hand, and leads me over there. "It was hard putting them together, but I was finally able to do so," he chuckles.

I pulled his hand off my eyes, and I was welcomed with the sight of a beauti