The weeks that followed in the rented estate on lake Travis hadn't been as dreadful as Bianca had feared. Bianca now 34 weeks pregnant was staring directly into her fate with Dr. Leck wanting to deliver the baby in just four weeks. Though Tyler was working tirelessly trying to make a name for himself and she found herself alone most of the time, she kept busy decorating and preparing for the baby.
The room she and Tyler had decided to make the nursery was actually a sitting room attached to the master bedroom. It had both an entrance from the hallway and through glass french doors in the master suite. Bianca loved that she could see into the nursery from her bed. They hadn't yet been able to agree on a name for the baby. Tyler had wanted a family name which Bianca found odd because neither his brother Trent nor Tyler had family names. Additionally he names he was suggesting were, in Bianca opinion, dreadfully pretentious.
She had commissioned painters and decorators to help with the nursery and it was quickly becoming a spectacular space. She chose shades of Robins egg blue and pale Yellow for the walls, with little yellow chick's for the theme. The room had a lovely crystal chandelier hanging from the center of a step ceiling with a intricate plaster molding above it. Tyler hadn't been thrilled with this room being their selection, he had envisioned it being sophisticated and more like a library then the pastel paradise it was becoming, but he wanted Bianca happy so he had reluctantly agreed. The crib was white and sat against the wall directly across from the glass doors. Behind it was an accent wall painted with a large harlequin pattern in blue and yellow. A sheer white canopy hung from the tall ceiling above the crib drawn open and tied with corded golden curtain ties with large tassels at the ends. To the right of the crib a large plush yellow chenille glider and matching ottoman, And to the left, caddied in the corner a white changing table that matched the crib with elaborate decorative carvings on the wooden drawers and the front of the shelves. There was another set of french doors that matched those the led into the master suite on the center of the back wall that opened to a charming round balcony. The balcony reminded Bianca of romeo and Juliet with its tapered white spindles, it over looked the front lawn. Large picture windows on both sides, combined with the glass doors allowed the room to be flooded with beautiful natural light. This delighted her because Bianca had read this sort of light was very good for babies. Sheer, White linen curtains hung all the way across the back wall with white black out curtains behind, so when she needed the room dark, or private, she could draw them closed. For the time being she had kept them opened, held open with the same tasseled curtain ties as those that held the chiffon canopy on either side of the crib.
The crib it's self had a tall, solid, scalloped backboard with carved scroll work adorning it, this would one day convert into a headboard for a full sized bed. Bianca had allowed Tyler to choose the furniture in an effort to have him feel more involved in the creative process, she insisted only that his selections be white. True to the Holt atheistic he had selected the most grand changing table and crib he could find. He had done well though, The furniture played off of the chandelier and the over all grandeur of the space beautifully.
With exception of the accent wall all of the walls in the room were pale blue and all of the trim was yellow, excluding the crown molding along the top of the walls that remained bright white. Little white shelves were staggered on the wall next to the hallway door, they were shallow and white matched the crown. These shelved housed mirrored picture frames and little yellow ceramic chicks. The overall feel of the room was sweet and airy, it evoked a feeling of peace and happiness in Bianca whenever she entered it, she was already spending most of her time in the nursery sitting in her yellow chenille glider, daydreaming about rocking her newborn son.
The rest of the home did not need to be painted. The owners had chosen a sophisticated palette that was already as close to perfect as Bianca believed it could be. Tyler and Bianca chose heavy dark wood and stately brown leather furniture for their living area and bedroom, it seemed as though the house had insisted on it.
Bianca had adjusted quite easily to spending Tyler's mysterious family money not before many conversations with Tyler in which he insisted that she become comfortable with the lifestyle he expected for them. It annoyed her that she had no control of the finances, or any idea of how much money they had at their disposal, she felt like a child with a ridiculous allowance. Tyler had set up a checking account for her, at the beginning of each week the balance was restored to $10,000.00, it was her allowance. He had his own account from which he paid all of the bills with exception of her new Mercedes glk250 suv that he had insisted she finance in her name to build her credit, that payment was drafted from her account on the first of every month. She loved her new car, it was luxurious and top of the line but she missed her little Volkswagen beetle and all that it had stood for. Tyler insisted she needed something more practical for she and the baby, and he was right, but she thought the Mercedes was far from practical. She was learning quickly that her perception of practicality differed greatly from the new, rich and powerful Tyler Holt's.
The exhaustion that had plagued her while she was working hadn't left her, however being able to rest when it came over her had made it more tolerable. She was experiencing lots of pain and pressure in her lower abdomen. Sometimes the shooting pain from what she assumed was her cervix was debilitating. The pains served as a constant reminder of the cancer that was growing inside of her along with the baby, every time Bianca felt joy she simultaneously felt dread, it was a treacherous system of checks and balances within her.
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