Ellen POV
"Ready to get this done?" I asked and Talula nodded. We walk into the nursery were some things have already laid out. The only thing really needing to do is organize a bunch of stuff and put together the crib and the extra dresser we bought for the closet to put onesies and things in.
"What is there to do momma?" She asked.
"Well you have a special job. You see all these clothes in these bags?" I pointed to all the bags sitting in the middle of the room.
"Well you have to sort through them in piles. Put the ones that say newborn in one pile, the ones that say 0-3 months in another pile then if it say anything else just put it to the side so we can hang them up," I say and she nods. She sits in the middle of the floor where a gray and white striped rug is and starts grabbing bags.
"Momma, what do I do with bags that have other things besides clothes?" She holds up a bag that has a pack of pacifiers, some lotion, and baby powder that someone got for my baby shower.
"Just sit them to the side, I'll get them in a second," I say back. Patrick comes in with a power drill.
"Ok, where is the crib going?" He stands in the middle of the room.
"Up against that wall, then you need to put together the dresser and hang up the pictures," I point around where everything will be put. He starts taking the pieces out of the box and starts putting the crib together. Talula hums while she is sorting out clothes, pointing out which ones are the cutest. I grab the two yellow bins from the middle shelf on the changing cart, putting them on top as I fill them with newborn diapers and size 1 diapers. I put the ointments, lotions, cremes, and wipes in the second bin and place them back.
"You put that crib together fast," I say as Patrick is almost done putting together the crib.
"What can I say, natural handyman," Patrick clicks the power button on the drill as he says that and both Tal and I laugh.
"Alright handyman, can you go grab the white chair from the guest room and sit it in the corner," I pointed to the empty corner on the left side of the room. He puts the drill down on the changing table and leaves the room.
"So Tal, what shall we do now?" I asked, seeing that she is almost sorted through the large pile of clothes.
"Can we make the bed pretty?" she looks up at me for approval, I nod.
"Go grab the pillows and stuff from the hall closet," I instruct and she whips out of the room, Patrick walks in with the chair and sits it down where I asked him too.
"Here?" he questions, breathing a little heavy.
"Perfect," I smile leaning up and placing a quick peck on his lips before Talula walks in with her arms full of sheets and things. I grab the light gray sheet from her and place it around the matress. She stands on her tippy toes as she tries to put the white and gray striped decorative pillow against the back of the crib. She then puts a yellow square one in front of that one along with a stuffed elephant.
"There," she smiles proudly.
"It looks great, now you can go play and stuff while me and daddy put together the dresser then you can come back and help us finish," I say and she walks out of the room proudly.
"You are going to help me put together the dresser?" he questions, knowing what I really mean.
"Of course not but I can't do this with her in here," I say, grabbing him and pulling him against me for a rough kiss.
"In here?" he questions, pulling his lips from mine.
"No stupid, but that doesn't mean we can't have a good old fashioned make-out session before you start putting that thing together," I smirk, he lets out a small laugh before pushing his lips against mine again.
After five minutes, I pull away. I can still taste him against my lips and notice the goofy grin on his face.
"Now you can do that while I start hanging these clothes up," I smle, pulling away from his grip. He stands for a second before starting to unbox the large white pieces of wood that will soon form a dresser. The stupid grin he has on his face makes me want to mount him right here but I can so I just grab a handfull of wooden hangers and start putting the clothes he won't wear for a while on them.
He finishes the dresser just as I fold the last piece of clothing to go into the dresser. He moves the large dresser into the closet, I watch as the sweat drips from his forehead.
"There, now I will go get the small dresser thing that you want right there and then I have to go downstairs, the baseball game is about to come on," he says as he leaves the room. I just roll my eyes, grabbing the large stacks of newborn clothing and putting them into the top drawer, then put the 0-3 month in the drawer next to that one. He comes in with the large stand like thing and puts it beside the white chair. *see white stand thing in the picture to the left*
"Thank you," I smile, kissing him once more.
"Anything for my favorite woman in the whole world," he says charmingly, I just roll my eyes.
"Tell Talula she can come help me if she wants," I say as he leaves the room again. I grab the box that is labeled 'books' and put it on the large stand. I open the thing as Talula comes in, she stands beside me.
"What do you need help with momma?" she asks innocently.
"Can you help me put these books inside here?" I ask and she nods, opening the drawer. She starts putting the books inside the thing, commenting on which are her favorites.
"You are going to be such a big helper when your brother comes," I admire as she coos all over the clothes.
"Uh huh, When he gets bigger, can I have a little sister?" She asked innocently, looking up from what she is doing.
I stop and think for a second, trying to put it nicely that I am not ready to start thinking about more yet.
"Maybe, depends on how good of a baby your brother is," I watch as she stands up and comes over to my stomach.
"Here that brother? You have to be good to momma so we can have us a little sister," she whispers to the baby bump as the baby starts kicking.
"He agrees with you," I smile down at her, earnings huge grin from her and she returns to setting up the room. We continued to finish up the room, it completely finished after a few hours.
"What time is my mom coming to pick me up?" Talula asked, I looked down at my watch.
"In about two hours," I answered, her face turned a little sad.
"Momma, why do I have to leave?" She asked innocently, my heart broke a little.
"Because you have to spend time with your mom, she loves you and wants you to be with her," I sat down in the large chair in the corner, Talula came and sat on the little bit of lap I had left.
"But my friend's parents aren't together and she lives with her daddy all the time except on the weekends," she whined.
"Why don't you want to live with your mom?" I asked curiously, she had never really enjoyed spending time with her mother the past few months. Talula just shrugged and looked down at her lap.
"Hey, you know you can tell me anything," I said, placing a stand of hair behind her ear.
"Mommy's boyfriend is mean, he gets upset when mommy spends time with me instead of him," she said in a silent whisper, anger poured over me. I couldn't imagine anyone who would let anyone do that to their child.
"Does he ever hit you?" I quickly asked, she shook her head no and a slight relief came over me.
"Ok, well don't worry sweetie, I will take care of everything. You go play and I'll go down and fix some dinner before your mom comes to pick you up," I said, leaning in and kissing her cheek. She hopped off my lap and went to her room and I managed to climb down the stairs without stomping. My blood boiled, I couldn't stand the thought of anyone treating Talula like that.
"Hey babe, what do you want for dinner?" I said in a normal voice, I didn't want to say anything while Talula was here.
"Um, just fix whatever you want. By the way, Jill called and she said her fashion show or whatever is delayed so she asked if Talula could stay until she gets back," he called from the couch. I felt relieved that Talula didn't have to go over there today.
"Ok," I simply said, going to the pantry. My mind raced as I worked on dinner, not even having to remember the simple recipe for homemade meatballs and pasta. I kept thinking about weather I should suggest to Patrick that we should go for full custody or just let him come up with it on his own.
An hour later and dinner was ready, everyone was around the dinner table. Talula and Patrick talked about what Talula wanted to do for fall activities instead of horseback racing and my mind still racing.
"Honey, are you alright? You look preoccupied?" Patrick asked, taking a bite of his pasta covered in tomato sauce.
"Yeah, just thinking about the baby and stuff," I lied, trying to pass a smile off.
"Hey Tal, tomorrow, since you aren't going to your moms, we can go out and have a daddy-daughter day," Patrick suggested, Talula gladly accepted. Dinner went by quick, Patrick cleaned the dishes as I went upstairs. The baby was going crazy as soon as I sat down on the bed.
"Look little man, you have to stop that," I whispered, letting one hand rub slightly on my bump while the other reached out and grabbed the book I've been reading from the nightstand. I tried reading to calm him down, nothing worked.
"Whatcha reading?" Patrick came into our room, I was laying on the bed the bed with a book on my stomach and rubbing my hand on my stomach, trying to calm the baby.
"I'm trying to read to the baby but someone is not having it," I groaned and lifted my shirt above the belly. He got closer and sat next to me on the bed. We watched as the baby pushed his way outward.
"He's ready to get out," he laughed as he moved closer to me, putting his hand on my stomach also.
"Well he still has to cook a little while longer," I smiled, rubbing where the baby's foot was poking out.
"Alright, well you have got to be nice to your mom," he got down close to my belly and rubbed it as he was talking to the baby.
"Keep talking, he likes your voice," I smiled as my stomach began to calm down from all the movement. He started to tell him a story from his childhood and the baby didn't move as much.
"Did it work?" He glanced up at me.
"You are a miracle worker," I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. I slipped my tongue past his lips and he soon pulled away.
"Honey I got something to talk to you about."
"What is it?" I questioned him, he sounded serious.
"I know we had a name picked out and everything but I was thinking, maybe we can name him William, after my father. He meant so much to me and encouraged me to follow my dreams and I owe him at least that," He said and I hit his arm.
"What was that for!" He questioned, rubbing his arm.
"Because, you couldn't suggest that before? It's perfect! I was thinking, maybe his middle name could be Joseph after my dad?" I asked, Patrick smiled.
"William Joseph Dempsey, I like it," he smiled, kissing me again.
"Listen, I got to talk to you about something too," I said as I pulled away from him.
"What is it?" He sat back a little.
"Ok I was talking to Tal earlier and she talked about how she wanted to live with us because Joey was mean," I said in one breath, his eyes got dark and he looked angry.
"Did he hurt her because I swear to god..."
"No Patrick, I just don't think she likes being there anymore," I sighed, hating the words coming out of my mouth. I never got to be around my mom and I hate the thought of taking a little girl away from her mom.
"Well what am I suppose to do? Jill would flip if I asked her if Talula could live here permanently," Patrick sighed.
"Look, I am not saying we deal with this right now, we are going to have a baby really soon and we don't need to stress about it, I hate seeing Talula sad but also don't want to take her away from her mom," I let out a sigh, Patrick's gaze turned to mine.
"I know, listen you need to not worry about this," he leaned in to kiss me again.
"Ok, well we better go tuck Talula in," I said, standing up off the bed. I didn't have any idea what to do, times like this was when I really needed my dad.
Author's Note; Ok so I was dead set on Zachary but then I was looking and saw how important both Ellen and Patrick's dad were to them so I decided to name the baby after both of them.