Stella's POV
Forty weeks into my pregnancy, and I still couldn't believe how quickly time had flown. With my delivery scheduled in just fifteen days, I was in panic mode realizing my baby's room wasn't ready. That's how I found myself on a Sunday morning, sitting in the nursing chair with Saffron at my feet, reading crib assembly instructions to Adrian.
"My goddess, why do I always get roped into furniture assembly?" Adrian groaned, staring at the pile of wooden parts. "We could hire someone who actually knows what they're doing."
I rubbed my enormous belly affectionately. "Because this is your son's crib. Would you trust some stranger to make sure it's secure enough to keep him safe?"
Adrian gave me an incredulous look. "You seriously think I'm more qualified than a professional furniture assembler?"
"Absolutely. It's your son who'll be sleeping in it. Your parental instinct will make you triple-check every screw."
