Baby on Board

13 Weeks

Sitting down for breakfast at the table in the kitchen, I couldn't help but look around at all that was sat here, getting along amicably. It's a huge turnaround from last week when Isaac and his family were at war with each other. I'm not entirely sure what happened at the spa because Isaac is rather coy about it all, but I couldn't care less- him, his mother, and his sisters all came out friendlier than going in. On top of that, I got to know Darius rather well, too, when he took Martha, Sera, and I out for the day. 

We went on a shopping spree, courtesy of Darius' MasterCard; I didn't buy anything for myself, although Darius insisted on buying me a bottle of perfume, but the girls were spoilt rotten. Martha came out laden down with countless shopping bags from Selfridges while Sera's share of the shop was carefully carried back to the waiting car by her papa. Her wardrobe had doubled and she had what I can only describe as the cutest red and grey outfit that I'd ever seen, an adorable penguin appliqué on its front. It would be the perfect outfit for her to wear tonight. 

Isaac, Martha, Sera, and I had been invited to Dublin for the almost-annual Delaney Christmas shindig. Only a handful of times the party hasn't gone ahead and the most recent was last year; we married Sophie off instead. That was a reason to party for us all, joining in with their celebrations. Every other occasion, the get-together has happened roughly two weeks before Christmas, with everyone invited. I don't mean just the family- the in-laws are all invited, too. It's a good job that we own the hotel where the party is held. 

The rule goes, if you're married or in a serious relationship, your in-laws get to come. For example, Mum's family from France are always invited but no one ever comes. Then, with Sophie and Emma being married, their in-laws are also invited. To that end, the invite has extended to Isaac's family, too. 

I had, until the phone call yesterday from my aunt Moira, forgotten all about the party. When I mentioned it to Isaac he groaned, at first, but then he quickly changed his mind and jumped at the chance to take his parents to meet my grandmother. Despite them sorting out their differences during the week, I don't think he had quite fully forgiven Dita which is why he was gleefully looking forward to the Harlow-Dita showdown. Rather sadistically, I was looking forward to it, too. 

The four of us are flying out just after midday, sharing a plane with Sophie, Dan, and Léa. Isaac's parents and sisters were catching a later flight with my family and Dan's family, something about them not wanting to put up with two screaming babies. After my irritation about Luc's comment died down, I realised that this would be the first time Sera and Léa would have flown and suddenly I went into panic mode. Thankfully, Isaac is far more controlled than I am and was quick to go out and buy everything under the sun that would help Sera on the short-haul flight. He bought two of everything, though, because he thinks Sophie and Dan are useless and wouldn't buy them themselves. 

We had packed last night; it was frantic, especially having to look for some of Sera's favourite toys. One of her comfort teddies- a kangaroo- had been put in the wash and it was rolling around in the dryer, hoping that it would be ready for sleepy time. Thankfully, it was and it was right at the top of our DO NOT FORGET list. At least half of the new outfits Darius had bought were now in a Trunki and our nursey-on-the-go bag was full of everything we'd need. Mine and Isaac's suitcases, on the other hand, were modest in comparison. The dress I was going to wear tonight was in there as well as a change of clothes. Isaac only packed a suit and spare boxers, stating that he could wear the clothes he was wearing today again tomorrow on the return flight. When I asked if he was sure he didn't want to spend a few days there, he started to ramble on and on about how he needed to get back for a big meeting they have at the hospital on Tuesday.