Squirmy was an understatement. It seemed their little bundle of joy was an insomniac, constantly moving around and reminding his mum that he was there, not that she could forget even if she wanted. So honestly, Angie had been spending a lot of her time resting when she was able to, getting in a few quick naps here and there when the movement finally stopped and baby Freddie seemed to take his few and far between cat naps. And between Angelina being out and about, the shop, and George's various responsibilities, the nursery had taken a backseat. But now that there was only 6 or so weeks left, it suddenly became a top priority.
Angie had insisted that she could help, at least a little bit, applying fox decals to the walls where the paint had already dried as George went about finishing off the rest of the room. Catching his comment, Angelina chuckled, looking back at him and shooting her husband a predatory glance.
"You can take a break whenever you want, love. I'll make you lemonade and wiggle my arse in front of your face as thanks for all your dedication and hard work," she teased, moving to get up but realizing quite quickly that she shouldn't have sat down directly on the floor.
"Uh... er.. George? Can you actually help me up? I'm.. sort of stuck."