𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙨𝙚𝙝 𝙊𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙮"What do you think?" I asked Jahseh as I stood in the middle of the hallway.
"It's just a bedroom Jahseh," he smacked his lips.
"I'm trying to decide which room to renovate for the nursery," I explained.
"I don't care," he sighed.
"Fine," I crossed my arms and walked into the bigger bedroom. "Don't participate in our child's life."
I think this one. And it will be perfect for when they get older, they'll have a nice closet, their own bathroom.
And the other room can just stay as my office.
"What does choosing wallpaper have to do with participating in the child's life?" Stokeley followed me.
"It's not just choosing wallpaper," I said. "It's designing and decorating our babies room. It's our baby. Our first baby!"
"I don't understand why we can't just buy a crib and call it a day," he mumbled.
I looked at him like he was stupid.
"What?"
"You're not my favorite person right now," I crossed my arms and walked passed him, out of the room.
"Yah well you either."
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I closed the door.