~ December 14th 2020 ~

Lana hasn't stopped complaining. Not for one second. "I'm overdue! It's not funny!" She shouts while I try not to be a dick and laugh in her face. I mean...we did get told that our kids like being in there. This isn't exactly a shock - she just hates pregnancy. Least we'll have two kids, even if they'll be our last.

"Maisie said last time that curry helps speed up the process...apparently?" Lana looks at me in disbelief. "I've had a fucking korma already this week." I mean a spicy curry - not a mild chicken korma. "What about yoga? Didn't my sister give you that yoga ball?" I don't know why she wants to go in labour when the kids are still in a breech position.

Lana once again shakes her head before she gets her phone out of her pocket. "What the fuck are you googling now?" I laugh while painting our sons nursery blue. The light kind of blue - a blue colour that I'll no doubt be painting over to a darker colour in the future. "I'm not googling." Lana smiles while she scrolls up and down on her phone. I roll my eyes back and leave her be, sometimes the best thing to do is let her do her own thing.

Although I'm pretty sure she shouldn't be in this room breathing in the paint fumes, even if I am giving the walls a touch up. When the winter daylight hits the walls I see spots where it needs more paint on it. I did the same for our daughters. Her nursery was easier though.

"I was thinking that since I'm going to finally finish the nursery today...that maybe me and you can go out for a meal? Celebrate our last few days being. Kid free?" Lana then looks up from her phone and smiles. "That is the best fucking thing you've said to me in like a week." With that she walks out of the room as I take that as a 'yes'.

I mean unlike Maisie...we don't really talk about the kids. Not everything is to do with them. I guess it is nice, we're both on the same page. That the world revolves around all of us - not just the kids. Anyway, Lana has been hinting that we need to go out on a date. Maybe today is the day where I get to...tell her my undying love for her weird arse.

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"Did I tell you that you look beautiful this evening?"

Lana looks at me and shakes her head. "How? I look like a fucking tomato." I burst out laughing, obviously she doesn't. "I'm pretty sure tomatoes are not burgundy, nor do they look festive." She smiles looking the other way.

"Well then baby. You look like a piece of festive shit." I choke on my chip. Obviously everyone looks straight at us, but I look down at my half empty dinner plate to save myself feeling embarrassed. "I was being nice for the first time in my life." I almost whisper while I feel Lana rub her leg against mine under the table.

Both of us can't help but smile.

There's then a moment silence while Lana picks up her glass of water and act's like it's wine. She does this because she probably does want wine. "What's coming up for Bastille then? I tried looking about in your twitter but found nothing." So that's what she was doing this earlier then? I shrug back my shoulders, it's also nice to know that she likes Bastille and admires my hard work and patience.

Lana knows that I can be bit of a miserable perfectionist.

"On the 20th we're going to play this charity gig thing. It's the last thing we're doing for several months." Lana nods her head. "What if they come by then? You can't cancel it." Unlike Maisie Lana encourages me to...not waste my talent. I don't mean 'waste' I mean - Lana wants Bastille to do well.

"I'm not sure what I'm going to do if that happens. I doubt it though." I pick up my wine glass and take a sip before cutting into my steak and eating a slice. Fuck it is good. I know I should've gone for a healthier option but...even Lana says it's okay to have one bad day and she is like the boss.

"I've requested a c-section. I called up today saying if they aren't out by Christmas Day then I want them to cut me open and take them out." That's when I stop cutting my steak.

Thank god I like mine well done...and not raw. Otherwise I'd be put off for life.

"I'm nearly ten months...even if they like it in there. I don't. I'm excited and scared and..." Lana looks like she wants to cry. Her emotions have been playing up. I hold her soft hand. "Either way, you're in good hands. They're a private hospital - the best you can get. They know what they're doing. We're going to see them on Christmas. It's okay." Lana dries the corner of her eyes and then nods er head with a frail smile. I smile back.

"Just eat...and enjoy it. You know being bad." She has a great excuse to eat all the food she wants. "And you can take some of my salad." My jaw drops open as she rolls her eyes. "The doctor is right. You need this salad. So let's meet him halfway. I give you steak - but only if you eat salad" I nod my head as she slides some of her untouched salad on my plate. "Ew..." I cringe looking at it - it doesn't look or seem appetising.

"I know. Just think of them. You need your heart to have them...to have me." I was thinking about proposing but after me being a fussy eater...I don't think this is the right atmosphere. Maybe on New Years?

I love her so much that I feel like we're already ready. "Then I better fucking tuck in." With that Lana nods her head as we start eating again.

Sometimes I want to pause moments in life. The picture perfect moments. This is one of those moments.