And it was okay. The next day Jane came to the office and announced that for the next couple of months she would be working in the analysts' department with Patterson. She ordered him to make the necessary arrangements with his boss. Then, she made him leave work and go take a look at cribs and other furniture and sheets and blankets for the baby. A couple of days later, they went to see strollers and, then, wallpapers.
In the weekend, she announced to him that she had decided who their baby's godparents would be: Patterson and Borden. She explained that the baby needed a positive intellectual influence in her life, something that neither of them could offer, apparently.
When Patterson heard the news, she exploded with joy, hugged Jane and they made plans for everything they would do for the baby until she was born and everything they would do with her until she turned eighteen and left the house to go to college.
When they went to Dr Borden's office and Jane asked him if he would like to be their daughter's godfather, he hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. He would love to. Jane had tears at her eyes again but so had Dr Borden. He held her hands and smiled. They didn't need to say much. Jane loved Dr Borden and considered him one of her best friends. She could never find the words to express her gratitude for his constant, unconditional, valuable help and support. This was her way. Kurt looked at both of them still excited and emotional, and he knew that this was equally important to him, that Jane was equally important to him.
The next three months had Jane and Patterson, and occasionally Sara or Tasha, and Kurt buying clothes and books and CDs for the baby, because, apparently, according to the godmother to be, it was important that their unborn little Einstein would be properly educated from a (really) young age.
The baby's ultrasound videos and photos were sent to the two godfathers and Sara and Tasha immediately after every appointment with the doctor. The same with every new addition to the baby's belongings. Jane was spamming them mercilessly, but they loved it and always asked for more. The baby's 3D ultrasound video was edited by Patterson and became the new screensaver at her's and Kurt's computer. They were all in the baby train.
Jane was happy and he was happy. He stomach was growing everyday and his daughter was keeping her busy and asleep dancing inside her belly. The evenings would find them in their house, with Jane resting at the couch or their bed reading fairy-tales to the baby, talking to her about what they would do when she was born, telling her stories about her and Kurt, or singing lullabies and songs approved by her godmother. Jane was glowing. She was stunning. She felt sure of herself. She was in control, after a long time. She was waiting for the baby with wild anticipation.
And he could not keep his eyes or his hands of her. Or their daughter. Jane was sure that the baby was recognizing her voice and her father's voice. She said that every time Kurt came back home in the evening, kneeling in front of her belly caressing their daughter and whispering to her, the baby recognized him and started squirming in a special way that was just for him. She was very strong about that and Kurt could only agree.
A couple of weeks before the baby arrived, her room was ready, her closet was all tied up, her books and CDs were all carefully arranged in her library selves, her toys in every corner of the house, the stroller was waiting by the door in the living room, her little suitcase and her mom's suitcase were side by side ready to be taken to the hospital. Jane could just not wait anymore.
Kurt had been afraid that she would freak out at the end (he was actually freaking out a little) but she was just so ready. Ready for everything to change, ready for raising their child, ready for all the things the future would bring. They could now feel every member of her little body. Her head, her fingers, her toes. When Jane pulled her shirt up at the night, he could see her little fingers or toes pressing Jane's skin. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He was ready too.