“Are you sure you’re feeling up to

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this, baby?”
Mason takes my hand and helps me out of bed. He puts his arm around me with such tenderness, walking me toward the closet.
I laugh. “I’m fine, hotlips.”
He groans and rolls his eyes. “Are we back to that now?”
“Hey, I’m still searching for the perfect pet name for you,” I say. I disappear into the closet of our brand new house and call back, “Eventually something’s gonna stick.”
“Please, just don’t let it be hotlips or sugarbear or studmuffin,” he says.
I start to suggest another, equally sugary name when he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my belly. I’m just starting to really look pregnant, and I love it. Mason is always touching my little bump. He even sings to my belly every night before we go to sleep, which always makes me smile.
I never dreamed we could be so happy.
“I can tell them we need to wait another week or two if you’re not feeling up to all the walking around,” he says.
I turn and hook my arms around his neck, smiling. “I’m fine,” I say. “The doctor says the baby is doing great. I still need to take it easy, but I’m not on bedrest anymore. Besides, it’s just a walk around the garden.”
“It’s an entire afternoon of party planning,” he says. “I don’t see why you can’t just let your mother handle the Christmas Memories event again this year. You can boss everyone around next year.”
“Ha ha,” I say. I turn and look through some of the maternity clothes Leigh Anne and Jenna picked out for me from the local thrift store. I choose a simple pair of black leggings and a long red tunic. “This is very important to me, and I don’t want to put it off for another year. Besides, it’s a big deal for my mom to step aside and let me take the lead on such a major charity event. I promise I won’t let it put any stress on me or the baby. All my friends are pitching in. It’ll be fun.”
Mason kisses my forehead. “I’m going to get all the packages together and put them in the car,” he says. “I’ll see you in a few.”
As I dress for the day, I think of how far we’ve come in such a short time.
My parents released their hold on the trust fund I received from my grandparents, and Mason and I used some of the money to purchase this little house on the edge of town. It’s small, but there’s a cute bedroom for our little one and it’s going to be plenty of room for the three of us.
We put some money away in savings for a rainy day, but used the bulk of it to start a new charity called Rachel’s Kids in honor of Mason’s sister. The money we raise will go toward helping families without insurance coverage pay for their kids’ medical treatments. As a way to heal our relationship, my mother offered to let me plan the annual Christmas Memories dance this year. And instead of sending the money we raise to a larger international charity, we’ll be donating all the money to Rachel’s Kids.
There’s still a lot of healing to do between me and my parents, but it’s a start and I’m glad they’re trying.
When I’m dressed, I walk into the living room to help Mason with the packages. We’ve spent the last few days putting together care packages of food and other supplies to take to the local homeless shelter.
I look at my watch and realize we’re running late. “We’ve got to get going,” I say as I come around the corner. “Delores and Buddy are probably already at Mom’s. I’m so excited about having them cater the event this year.”
Mason is standing in the living room, a small square box in his hand. It’s wrapped in red paper with a big white bow.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“An early Christmas present,” he says.
I turn my head and narrow my eyes at him. “It’s only November,” I say. “You shouldn’t be buying me early Christmas presents.”
“It’s not for you,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s for the baby.”
I take the package from him and tear the paper off. I open the box, wondering what in the world he’s got up his sleeve.
“For her first camping trip,” he says.
I giggle and throw my arms around him, drawing him into a kiss.
Inside the box, wrapped in tissue paper, is a teeny little pink sleeping bag.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Apakah Anda yakin Anda merasa ke bayi ini,?"Mason membutuhkan tangan saya dan membantu saya keluar dari tempat tidur. Dia menempatkan lengannya di sekitar saya dengan kelembutan tersebut, berjalan saya ke arah lemari.Aku tertawa. "Aku baik-baik, hotlips."Dia erangan dan gulungan matanya. "Apakah kita kembali ke yang sekarang?""Hei, saya masih mencari nama hewan peliharaan yang sempurna untuk Anda," kataku. Aku menghilang ke dalam lemari rumah baru kami dan menelepon kembali, "Akhirnya sesuatu yang akan menempel.""Tolong, jangan biarkan saja hotlips atau sugarbear atau studmuffin," katanya.Aku mulai untuk menyarankan nama lain, sama-sama manis ketika ia muncul di belakang saya dan membungkus lengannya di sekitar pinggang, tangannya, bertumpu pada perut saya. Aku hanya mulai benar-benar melihat hamil, dan aku menyukainya. Mason selalu menyentuh saya sedikit gundukan. Dia bahkan bernyanyi ke perut saya setiap malam sebelum kita pergi tidur, yang selalu membuat saya tersenyum.Aku tidak pernah bermimpi kita bisa jadi bahagia."Saya dapat memberitahu mereka kita perlu menunggu lain atau dua minggu jika Anda tidak merasa sampai semua berjalan sekitar," katanya.Aku berbalik dan menghubungkan lengan saya di lehernya, tersenyum. "Aku baik-baik saja," kataku. "Dokter mengatakan bayi adalah melakukan besar. Aku masih perlu mengambil mudah, tapi saya tidak bedrest lagi. Selain itu, itu adalah hanya berjalan di sekitar Taman.""Itu adalah seluruh sore Partai perencanaan," katanya. "Saya tidak melihat mengapa Anda tidak bisa membiarkan ibu Anda menangani acara Natal kenangan lagi tahun ini. Anda dapat bos setiap orang di sekitar tahun depan."“Ha ha,” I say. I turn and look through some of the maternity clothes Leigh Anne and Jenna picked out for me from the local thrift store. I choose a simple pair of black leggings and a long red tunic. “This is very important to me, and I don’t want to put it off for another year. Besides, it’s a big deal for my mom to step aside and let me take the lead on such a major charity event. I promise I won’t let it put any stress on me or the baby. All my friends are pitching in. It’ll be fun.”Mason kisses my forehead. “I’m going to get all the packages together and put them in the car,” he says. “I’ll see you in a few.”As I dress for the day, I think of how far we’ve come in such a short time.My parents released their hold on the trust fund I received from my grandparents, and Mason and I used some of the money to purchase this little house on the edge of town. It’s small, but there’s a cute bedroom for our little one and it’s going to be plenty of room for the three of us.We put some money away in savings for a rainy day, but used the bulk of it to start a new charity called Rachel’s Kids in honor of Mason’s sister. The money we raise will go toward helping families without insurance coverage pay for their kids’ medical treatments. As a way to heal our relationship, my mother offered to let me plan the annual Christmas Memories dance this year. And instead of sending the money we raise to a larger international charity, we’ll be donating all the money to Rachel’s Kids.There’s still a lot of healing to do between me and my parents, but it’s a start and I’m glad they’re trying.When I’m dressed, I walk into the living room to help Mason with the packages. We’ve spent the last few days putting together care packages of food and other supplies to take to the local homeless shelter.I look at my watch and realize we’re running late. “We’ve got to get going,” I say as I come around the corner. “Delores and Buddy are probably already at Mom’s. I’m so excited about having them cater the event this year.”Mason is standing in the living room, a small square box in his hand. It’s wrapped in red paper with a big white bow.“What’s that?” I ask.“An early Christmas present,” he says.I turn my head and narrow my eyes at him. “It’s only November,” I say. “You shouldn’t be buying me early Christmas presents.”“It’s not for you,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s for the baby.”I take the package from him and tear the paper off. I open the box, wondering what in the world he’s got up his sleeve.“For her first camping trip,” he says.I giggle and throw my arms around him, drawing him into a kiss.Inside the box, wrapped in tissue paper, is a teeny little pink sleeping bag.