The Cubicle (GxG)

Sweetheart

Robyn's POV

"Oh, sugar, I'm home," I sang along while I locked the door and was ready to find my cutie.

"Hey, hun," Abigail called back from the kitchen as I walked to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Can you give me a hand, hun?"

"Can you come out for a while, sugar?"

I giggled when I felt the fluffy stuff snuggling my neck. "Be quiet baby girl, we're waiting for your mama."

"Oh," Abigail squealed with her hands cupped her lips when she saw our baby girl was in my arms securely. "You're getting sneaky, Ro."

"That will be no surprise," I chuckled as I waited for my cutie to join me. She was dressed in homey wear with a messy bun and apron with printed giraffe art wrapped around her torso.

"Seriously, Ro. A cat hairband on her?" Abigail laughed as she stretched her hands for me to hand our baby girl to her.

"Well, I'm a cat person. You know Gidget from the secret of pets I always think she looks like a cat. She disguises herself as a cat in part two." I shrugged.

Abigail shook her head and chuckled, "What are we gonna name her?"

"Cheeseburger."

"Abigail seemed like not really approve about it and suggested, "Rou Rou?"

"Don't name after my name."

"Robin?"

"Are you kidding me, sugar? What about donut?" I whine as Abigail chuckled.

"She's not food, hun."

"Snowball?"

"That reminds me of the bad bunny."

"No, he is a good bunny. He's cute."

"I just want to name her something related to you, because she's tiny and cute as you, hun." Abigail said as our baby girl barked sharply as she giggled and peck our fluffy's head and said, "See, she agrees about it."

"No, cupcake. Who are you going to side with?" I pointed at our baby girl as she slightly growl at me as I gasped as I get offended, "How could you treat mummy like that, I'm so hurt."

"Don't give her a food name, hun," Abigail said sternly.

"But, I think giving her food name is cooler," I argued.

"Beef, Hawaiian, pepperoni, chocolate, cappuccino, Americano-" I mumbled with lifted my fingers.

"Ro," Abigail warned me as I laughed at her because I was running under her skin. I threw out my hands and said, "Fine, just don't use after my name."

Abigail tried to find a name as she gently caressed our baby girl as she purred and leaned in Abigail's touch.

"What about Abby?" I suggested. "Even though sounds like your name by also seemed like our hyphen. Abigail and my Robyn." I explained.

Abigail pressed her lips and hummed for a while and asked our baby girl, "Do you like Abby this name, sweetheart?"

Our baby girl bark as I said, "She will either like Abby or sweetheart."

"Do you like it Abby?" Abigail tried to ask as our baby girl remained quiet.

"So, you prefer sweetheart?" our baby girl keeps barking. "So, sweetheart it is."

"Oh, sweetheart. You're such a baby," I chuckled at Sweetheart.

I smelled something that seemed like overcook as I whiffed and asked, "Is it something overcook?"