CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

ONE WEEK LATER

Martha was standing in Jack's room, hanging some of her clothes up in the wardrobe. They had just finished moving all of her stuff from the apartment to Jack's. It hadn't taken long; it's not like she had a whole house to pack. It was only her clothes and other bits and pieces. Jack already had everything else.

Jack came into the room with another bag full of clothes and sat it down on the floor next to her; before giving her a quick kiss on the neck. "That's the last bag," he told her.

"Thanks," Martha smiled at him.

"I can't believe that I finally have you all to myself," Jack said as he sat down on the bed.

Martha looked at him and laughed. "What? You didn't like sharing me with my grandfather?" she exclaimed.

"I don't like sharing you with anyone," Jack exclaimed.

"Well, perhaps we should give our baby away then," Martha teased. "Because you're going to have to share me with him or her," she continued.

"The baby can be an exception," Jack decided.

"Right," Martha shook her head with a laugh, and then turned back to what she was doing.

"So, I was thinking that tomorrow we could go shopping. Get some stuff for the baby," Jack suggested. "We need to get a crib to put in beside our bed, and we should probably get a cot for the spare room aswell. And we can go to the paint shop and pick out some colors for the nursery," he continued to rant.

"Whoa, slow down Jacky," Martha laughed.

"What? We need to be prepared Martha," Jack began. "We've hardly got anything for the baby. We've already nearly left it to the last minute," he said.

Martha sat down next to him on the bed. "You're right. We need to stop messing around and get everything ready," she sighed. "We'll go tomorrow," she stated.

"Great," Jack kissed her and then stood up. "Now, you just relax and I'll go make us some lunch," he told her.

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THE NEXT DAY

Martha and Jack were standing in the spare room; looking over all the stuff they had brought. There was so much. They'd spent half the day wandering around the shops, and Jack wanted the best of everything, so he wouldn't stop until he had found what he wanted. At the time Martha had found it quite funny; she didn't realise a guy could get so excited over baby shopping. But now she was cursing him; she was tired as hell, and her feet were sore. She just wanted to lye down.

"Next time we go shopping, you can carry me," Martha grumbled.

"Cheer up," Jack exclaimed. "Look at all this great stuff we got. Today was definitely a success," he said.

"I want to lye down," Martha cried.

"Well, go and lay down then. I'm going to stay here and look at all this again," Jack told her.

"Don't take anything out of its packaging," Martha warned. "Wait until we've painted the room. I don't want all the stuff getting paint all over it," she explained.

Martha and Jack had chosen a nice yellow color to paint the room with. Since they didn't know if the baby was a boy or girl, they went with the safest option. Plus, Martha really liked yellow; it reminded her of the beach. That's why they had also decided to give the room a bit of a beach theme. They'd brought some wall trimming that had pictures of beach balls, sandcastles and all other things beachy, printed on it.

"Well, since I'm not allowed to open anything, I may aswell come and have a lay down with you before I have to go to work," Jack said.

"Do you have to go to work?" Martha whined. "Can't you just stay home with me?" she said.

"No, I have to go to work. It's my job," Jack exclaimed. "Besides, I thought you were going to go and have dinner with Tasha and Rob tonight," he said.

"I am," Martha told him.

"Well, there you go. It's not like you're going to be alone," Jack pointed out.

"I guess," Martha sighed as she rested her head down on the pillow. Jack was just about lay down aswell when Martha stopped him. "Can you make me something to eat," she yawned.

Jack laughed. "You sure you don't want to wait until I've fallen asleep to ask me?" he said sarcastically.

"No, now will be fine," Martha smiled cheekily.

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"So, how does it feel to finally live with Jack?" Tasha asked as she sat down next to Martha.

"It feels kinda weird calling it home," Martha answered. "It still feels like the apartment is my home. And now Jack's room is actually our room. It's strange. But I'll get used to it," she said.

"Well I think it's great that you finally decided to move in. It'll give you some time to adjust before the baby arrives," Tasha said.

"Yeah, actually, Jack and I went shopping today and brought a whole heap of crap for the baby," Martha started. "You should have seen Jack. He went nuts in the shops. He wanted to buy just about everything in the store. I had to pull him away," she laughed.

"Robbie gets like that sometimes," Tasha giggled. "Especially when it comes to all his nerdy stuff," she added.

"Hey, I heard that," Robbie called from the kitchen. He was in there getting dinner ready.

"Shut up and keep making me my dinner boy maid," Martha joked.

"Boy maid?" Robbie stuck his head around the corner. "Try man maid. I am all man," he said.

"Yeah, whatever," Martha muttered.

"Tash, Martha's being mean," Robbie whined.

"It's okay, I still love you," Tasha smiled. Robbie blew her a kiss and then walked back into the kitchen.

"So, everything is going fine with Jack?" Tasha turned back and asked Martha.

"Yeah," Martha nodded. "Everything is great. We're as close as ever. Right now, everything is perfect," she smiled.

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NEXT CHAPTER: Martha's cranky at Jack.

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