Chapter 25

The next morning, I woke up to the sweet smell of bacon. I smiled. I loved the smell of bacon, even while pregnant.

I threw the covers off of me and sat up on the side of the bed. I gave a yawn. I stretched out my arms and legs. I then headed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where my man was cooking breakfast.

"This is what I love," I said.

John chuckled. He looked over at me as I approached him. "That I can actually cook? Considering I lied about saying I couldn't cook, even though, I could since I had been working at Cena's since I was a teenager?"

"Yes and you making breakfast is such a turn on." I kissed him.

"Is it really?"

"Yes, I love a man who can cook period."

"Then you love my dad and brothers," John said.

"Yes, but not the way I love you," I said, kissing him.

"I sure hope not."

I laughed. John smiled and kissed me.

A few minutes later, we both sat down at the table eating a bacon and egg bagel sandwich.

"Thank you for making me breakfast," I said.

"No problem," John said. "I like making breakfast for you. But I didn't make it just for you. I made it for a baby boy too."

"Very true. There are no objections to it either. Knock on wood." I knocked on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, knock on wood," John said, knocking on the kitchen table as well.

One thing that sucked about being pregnant was that I did not always like what I ate. Well, I liked it, but my pregnant body wanted nothing to do with it and I would usually be getting sick. Bacon, eggs, and bagels were something my pregnant body was not objecting to. Well, it wasn't objecting to scrambled eggs.

"Do you still want to spend the day in bed?" I asked.

John smiled. "I'm content to spend it any which way you want, baby doll."

"Well, I just wanted to watch movies all day long. That was why I suggested in bed all day long. But now that we know the baby is a boy, I think it is time we start setting up the nursery."

"Sounds good. What do you want to do to start setting it up?"

"Well, I want to do a theme for the nursery. Then I need to decide on a color scheme and consider what color furniture for a crib, changing table, and all that."

"Boston Red Sox and Boston Celtics theme," John said with a grin.

"I'll go with a sports' theme, but not a whole room dedicated to the hometown teams," I said.

"Well, that's boring."

"We can do that to his room when he's older and understands who the Boston Red Sox and Boston Celtics are."

"And the New England Patriots."

"Yes, whatever," I said. "Back to a theme for the nursery, I was considering a zoo or jungle theme, or even a dedication to police officers, because of his daddy being a police officer."

John smiled. "I love the idea for the police officers' theme, but I don't like that so much for a theme for a nursery. Maybe when he is older."

"True, that is more for a little boy than a little baby. Sports theme, zoo, or jungle theme? No wait! How about a sky theme?"

"A sky theme?"

"Yeah, we could make the room to look like the night sky. We could find a mobile that is the moon and the stars. We could paint the moon and stars around the room. NO! We can do it like the daytime sky. We can paint the room a light blue or some shade of a light blue, and then we can paint white clouds."

"I'll go with that, but we mix it with the sports' theme?"

"Yes, we can paint the wall a light blue and then find some wallpaper for a nursery that is sports themed. Then we can get white furniture," I said.

"Sounds like we figured out the two things we needed for what to do for the nursery," John said.

"Theme and color scheme for furniture, yes, we figured it out, or should I say I figured it out."

"Now that is not a good way to go with me when you want me to paint, wallpaper, and all that for the nursery," John said.

"I don't need you for that. I have Melissa, Amy, Torrie, Chelsea, Ally, and Kourtney, who will all help me or do it for me. Not too mention your brothers," I said.

"I was joking. Hey, that baby boy is our son! You and I should be the main ones to do the nursery for him."

"Yes, but I shouldn't do a lot, because I'm pregnant. I can paint, but I shouldn't be the one climbing ladders to paint high up."

"I'm tall. I can paint high up. And no, you should not be getting on ladders."

"What is in the extra room anyway?" I asked. "I haven't been in there in awhile."

"I think it is just boxes," John said. "Randy sold his bedroom furniture when he and Torrie moved in together. So there isn't any furniture in our way, really, I think."

"Well, maybe we should take a look to see what is in there. Getting the nursery ready is the next big thing that needs to be done more so than anything else. There is no wedding before Little Johnny."

"Yes, we should call him Little John like the dude from Robin Hood."

"Speaking of Robin Hood, I want to watch the Disney version of Robin Hood later today," I said.

"We can watch a whole bunch of Disney movies if you like," John said. "Just don't make them with the princesses."

"Oh, yes, there are quite a few Disney movies that are not all love story-ish."

"Thank God."

There wasn't a whole lot in the extra room. There were just some boxes. It was a mix of my stuff and John's. It was stuff we wanted to get rid of. We had an idea to give it to Goodwill or our siblings.

John and I spent the rest of the day watching movies. We watched a whole bunch of Disney movies. We watched our childhood favorites of Robin Hood, The Lion King, Pinocchio, The Jungle Book, Hercules, Oliver & Company, A Bug's Life, Tarzan and a few others. We also watched Finding Nemo and Monster's, INC. Some of them did have love stories in them, but as extreme as The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, and Beauty & the Beast.

It was a lot of fun. It was a great way to spend our Sunday before we went back to work the next morning. Plus we would be getting a lot busy with getting the nursery ready for John Felix Anthony Cena III. Life was good.