It was a beautiful room, and it had everything in it. It was painted light yellow, because we didn't know what the baby's gender would be yet. We told the doctor that we didn't want to know what it was until it came. The room had a crib, blankets, bottles, diapers, toys, and anything else a baby would need.
"Oh my! This is so nice! Thank you so much!"
I threw myself at him, which probably wasn't a good idea. He fell on the floor when I did it, and I started to cry.
He got up and brushed himself off.
"What's wrong? What is it?"
"Look what I did! I'm so fat!"
"Oh, no, no. You're not fat Bridget. You're normal. I think you are still the most gorgeous young woman I have ever seen. You will always be beautiful in my eyes."
"Ohhh… that's so sweet! Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to show you around this room. Is that ok with you?"
"Yes, show me."
We walked over to a place in the room where a very cushy chair sat.
"Wait a minute; I'm not even sure if I'm going to do this yet."
"Neither do I, but I wanted to get everything I could."
We went over to a set of shelves where the clothes we're neatly folded. There were tons of little outfits and booties and hats.
"Oh, look how cute! Look at all the little clothes! Wait a second, what is this?"
I pulled a little hat off of a little hook.
"Well, I figured that if this baby is going to be a true Wonka, it's going to need the hat for it."
"Oh, that's going to be so adorable! Wow, you are so creative! I love it!"
He took me through the rest of the room, and it was just so shocking. I was going to have a baby in a few months! As a young teenager, I had told myself I would never have kids, let alone get married.
I went with him back to my room, and both of us sat down on the bed. We got to talking about the baby and all the things that came with it. We discussed names for both genders, what we would teach it and where we would take it.
It was now dinnertime, and we went to eat. I had been eating quite a bit now, which meant that poor Chocol had to make a lot more.
After supper, I went to my room and started to write. I was creating songs to sing for when the baby came. It wouldn't be so bad after all.