hey rockstar

one hundred eight ; closet clean out

By the time we get home to put away our groceries, and to wrap up baby Elena's gifts Calum is practically vibrating. He leaves the impeccable wrapped gift on the coffee table, staring at it for a few minutes before his phone appears in his hands. I carry one what I'm doing watching the time closely.

"Hey Cal," I flop on the couch beside him leaning back against the comfy cushions. I speak at his screen and can't help but burst out laughing. "Calum!"

"What?"

A baby name website is opened on his phone, with different names listed as recently seen. He seems to have no shame as he continues looking through names with a small smile on his face. The names he's chosen like Presley, Hendrix, Axl bring out the rocker in him. But soft names like Kia, Otis and Alora means he's thinking about himself and even how his mother would react to a tiny little baby named after Axl Rose. Which is honestly, fair.

"Calum Hood, do you have something to tell me?"

"I really want a baby."

"Hun," I ran my hand across the back of his shoulder. The Australian heat has left him warmer than usual. "You've hardly ever hung out with a baby. All they do is cry and puke."

"But they're super cute, and think about a baby that's half me and half you? The cutest thing ever!"

"Babies are designed to be cute so you forget about how gross they are after they're toddlers and want to have more. Besides, you're only 25, do you really wanna settle down with a baby and a wife?"

"Kind of yeah. And it's not like I have to settle completely, you guys can come on tour! And we can shuffle stuff so I can be home a little more."

"You have the worst case of baby fever i think i've ever seen," he frowns at me shutting his phone off. "I'll think about it, yeah? But not until after we visit Helena and you see a baby for real."

"I've seen-"

"I know, but I mean hang out with it for a bit. I know your cousins are too close to your age for you to have had babies around," he nods his head as I pat his pack. "I'm gonna change for dinner, what about you?"

"Yeah, I'll change for just a minute."

I leave Cal in the living room, we've finally unpacked our suitcases, packing them into the closet. There's piles on the floor of my own clothes, as I decide what I need to take back with me or what I can donate. I've been building my closet for years only to have to get rid of it too much with Calum. I sit on the floor staring at two piles. I hate getting rid of clothes.

"Hun, you should wear that yellow dress," his voice sounds close as he shouts to me. A stumble as he steps into the room, towering over me. "The one that ties at the shoulders, you know which one I'm talking about?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Do you have it here? Mum thinks you look nice in it, I think she would love to see you wear it again."

"I do, but it's in my donation pile..."

"Why are you getting rid of clothes that you love and that you still wear?"

"Cause I wanna try and have as little stuff to ship and bring back, as humanly possible. I have so many-"

"You don't have as many clothes as you think you do. And you love everything you own, you shouldn't get rid of things you love. We can just buy another suitcase and bring them back."

"Cal-"

"You can donate them another time. When you don't want them or you need more clothes. It's not like you're moving to a totally different climate. They're all clothes that fit the environment and I like most of the things you're trying to get rid of."

Calum leans over me, plucking the yellow dress from the pile and into my lap. He pulls up a red dress shaking his head, it was a dress I wore when we had gone out last year. He pulls up a blue sweater, and rolls his eyes mumbling about how he loves the way I look in blue.

"Come on, keep them! I didn't get rid of my clothes when I moved . Why should you?"

"We'll run out of room in the closet."

"Oh come on, that's fine. We'll look for a house with a bigger closet, or two closest. Problem solved, keep the clothes."

"You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be..."

"Only because I love you, and I want you to be happy and getting rid of half of your closet's worth of clothes is not going to make you happy. Shopping in LA is going to be very hard for you."

"Why would it be hard to shop in LA?"

"You have such a soft, pretty style. That's not the majority of peoples' style in LA, you'll have to look all over or buy online and you hate waiting for things to shop up in the mail," he pats my head softly pulling a few of his own clothes off the rack above my head.

"You know me so well," I look up, and he presses a soft kiss to my lips before disappearing to shower. He's right, I guess.