20: Millie

Millie pat both of her hands onto her stomach while gazing around at the space around her. "Okay, let's see what work we have to do here buddy." This wasn't going to be a great room, it wasn't really a room at all, it was the attic. But there was no other room for the baby. The baby wouldn't sleep up here until he or she was at least four or more, it was a awkward climb to get up here. But it was better then other attics (after Grey cleaned it up yesterday) one it's small window was too small for someone to climb throw once the baby wasn't a baby anymore, so that was safe, and it also lent some natural light to the place. Two it wasn't horribly small, not large but not small, the ceiling was a little too close to the ground, Grey had to duck a little in areas to get around and Millie could touch it if she jumped, but for however long the tow stayed here it'd be fine. They may even leave before the baby gets old enough to go here. Grey had enough money last week to order a playpen/bed for the baby and it was to be delivered to their house and they'd put it into their room the week after this one. Sadly the cheapest one was a rose flower patterned one so if they had a boy he was out of luck that was for sure. Millie walked across the room and reached up as high as she could and opened the window and the warmth and light outside slowly flouted in, it wasn't that muggy that day it was nice, and the outside air made it smell less moldish in the room. She didn't know where her husband was, it was a Sunday so he was home, last she seen him he was cleaning outside mowing everywhere near by, he borrowed a lawn mower from someone in town and he would be paying for the gas he used up himself. Grey talked pleasantly about buying a mower like a real home owner soon once he gathered up what he needed. But Millie wanted to either save up for a air conditioner next year since it was already leading to the end of the hot months, and two fixing that damn floor. She was very used to that floor by now, she sometimes forgot why it was such a big deal in the first place, then it'd rain and surely yes surely she'd remember why it mattered to have a real floor. To her in honest she didn't see this house as a real perfect house until they got four things, a real living room floor, a real toliet and tub, a floor, and look over what was in that little doorway on the top of the stairs. Internet too she missed that a lot, she sometimes used Maureen French's computer to look up things sometimes. Millie didn't even know where her cell phone was anymore. She hoped once this little babe came out she'd know if this house would be their home anymore, if felt like marrying a man you didn't even fully like but as you felt like you had too, it felt like a order not like a decision. She still hadn't thought up a good name yet, she liked the idea of Lily for a girl, she run Carrie by Grey but Grey hated it because that was Grey's grandmother's name on his mom's side, and Grey didn't want the assassin, she Millie liked it a lot, now since Grey didn't want it she was unsure herself. No fond boys names yet. She liked the idea of naming a son after Grey, Gregory, and calling him Greg. Millie brushed the floor of the attic, maybe someday her daughter or son's room, with a small old useless broom. A broom was useless but she had no vacuum cleaned, those cost God knows what now ah days. In the back of the room was where she was keeping old books of Doug's she had already read. Now she was onto the last book she found in the back of the closet badly batterned and broken and torn, some old copy of the hunchback of Notre dame. She hoped that worked on well enough.