george's pov:
my heart leaps to my throat when dream cuts the sake to reveal an inside of strawberries, "a girl." i cry as dream pulls my into a kiss,
"ivy you're gonna have a sister," he says as i begin to sob into his shoulder, thinking of being able to re-live the lovely father daughter moments i share with ivy with another girl.
ivy is clapping and giggling with excitement, and though while the furthest from the church than i've ever been, i don't think i've even been closer to heaven.
the three of us eat a slice of cake as bathe in the hot summer sun for about an hour before returning in, nick seems just as pleased as us when we tell him it's a girl, he offer him a peice of the cake and both have another as we shop for a new bed for ivy,
we manage to find one and order it, it's not a canopy bed but it's princess-y enough for her, while we're order furniture i begin to shop for our unborn daughters nursery, i've already decided that i want to keep it similar to ivys but with space for her to personalise it as she grows up,
when we're done i begin to make dinner as dream goes to take care of spirit with ivy but when nick comes out of his room his insists on making on the basis that i'm pregnant and need rest. i protest but eventually abide.
"god maybe it's a good thing the rent in the city is so high, i like having having you around," i smile, sitting at the counter where he's preparing food to keep him company,
"i'd probably have to work as a cleaner or a maid to keep rent anyway, at least my bosses now are nice," he smiles, "and my love language is acts of service so i like working for my friends,"
"that's sweet," i say, "you should stay here, we'll definitely need help with ivy when the baby comes, and dream is getting more and work on his plate,"
"oh wow, have you dream if he's okay with it?" he asks, face flushed, i'm worried i've made him uncomfortable,
"no, but he's said how nice it is to have you around even just today, but you can of course say no," i insist,
"no, i'd love to i just don't want to be a bother," he says,
"well the offers there," i smile, resting my head on my hand so i can go back and look at the video of my baby girl as he focuses of cooking dinner,
when dream gets back we eat, i put ivy to bed as dream showers, then all three of us watch tv before nick goes to bed as dream and i get a little more in intimate, like my first pregnancy this one has thrown my hormones way off however unlike my first pregnancy it's made my sex drive completely vanish, we've done it a couple time mostly because dream had been acting like a dog in heat he was getting so desperate, he had been reluctant for my own sake since i had told him many times i wasn't in the mood but he took the same pity i had for him for himself after three nights in a row of waking up after a wet dream and finding out i heard and saw every minute of it,
but we don't have sex, all we do is lay on the couch together naked letting each other caress any part they desire, i love if, i adore the feeling of his soft skin and body heat and even more how his hands explode every inch of my with the same caution and passion we had on our first night together.
i end up so relaxed i fall asleep on him, but thankfully he stays awake long enough to take me to bed, i wake up the next morning with his arms around me and i spend most of the day shopping for new things to by our current of soon to be daughters as dream answers emails and starts to set up arrangements for spirit to be kept in one of our fields with starts with him contacting a landscaping and building company to many a stable for him.
dream also makes the announce on instagram of the baby's sex and it's not long before there are random articles appearing about it.
i also bring it up to dream about hiring nick to be a sort of nanny in return for him living her to help out with ivy and the baby and hes totally supportive of the idea.
we discuss with nick and decide to use the next week as a trial period and they the end we can see bring up any concerns we have and also ask ivy what she thinks, then take it from there.
the week is probably the most stress free yet fulfilling week i've ever had with nick taking on the extra tasks that would usually take me and dream ages to do while balancing work and ivy, he's able to do them in a flash while being fully focused on them and ends up having enough free time to do extra things like meal prep lunches for dream to bring into work and help my design the new nursery.
and after a week of us all being happy with the arrangements we continue, that is until i'm woken in the early morning half we through our third week with nick to the sound of ivys cry's over the baby monitor, i slip out of bed to go find out what's wrong and find her sitting on the floor of her bed crying hysterically,
"dadaa," she wails as i walk in, i sit down next to her and scoop her up into my arms,
"what's wrong darling?" i ask, checking all over her for any blood or bruises,
"dada i fell," she sobs into my shoulder,
"out of your bed?" i ask, she nods, "where does it hurt?" i ask, running my hand over her head to feel for any bumps but she shakes her head, "oh did you get a fright?" i frown,
"mhm," she whines,
"awh my poor baby," i pout, "you wanna have a cuddle?" i ask, she nods again, i lie down on her soft mattress with her wrapped in my arm, her little legs resting on my bump, she continues to sob in my arms,
i think she's fallen asleep once she cries stop but i'm to close to her to be able to leave without disturbing her.
it s a good think i stay because just as i'm about to fall asleep i hear her tired voice mumble, "dada, love you,"
"i love you to vee," i giggle, but my smile fades once i feel her shake her head,
"you 'ove baba," her voice sounds sad but like she's trying not to cry,
"i love you and i love baby," i remind her, "just right now i'm the only person that baby has to keep her safe, so sometimes i have to do a lot of stuff for baby while nick and papa do things with you, i still love you just as much though," i assure her,
"i love baba too," she mumbles, nuzzling her face even further into my chest, and playing with my hair with her slightly sticky hands,
"do you want to see pictures of when you were like her, in my tummy?" i ask,
she happily nods, we sit up in bed as i pull out my phone, i scroll back to september of almost three years ago and show her every photo i have,
the first few are from the party where dream and i hooked up which i quickly skip along to the first picture in that gas station bathroom of a positive pregnancy test, "that was the day i found out you were in my belly," i say, i swift along a couple photos to my old room in dreams apartment "and that's the day i moved in with papà to our apartment, but we didn't share a bed at first so i slept where your old nursery is," a few more slides and it's a candid photo of dream making dinner, looking surprisingly younger than he does know and certainly with a lot less muscle,
