Y/n's Pov
Kylie pointed to the teal decor on her Pinterest board, filled with birthday party ideas, and said, "The teal one."
"It's the same as the last one," I commented.
"He likes teal though. This is about him, and we're doing what he likes," Kylie replied, determined.
In a few days, it would be my baby boy Aire's birthday, and Kylie had been obsessing over it for a month now. She had a strong vision for the party, and she didn't seem interested in hearing my suggestions. But I wanted to be an involved father, not just someone who shows up for cake and presents.
I couldn't help but bring up another point, "You never go all out like this for my birthday."
Kylie shook her head slightly and rolled her eyes without giving me much attention. She continued scrolling through the Pinterest board.
"You don't celebrate your birthday, remember?" she responded dismissively.
"Okay, fine, but I still think we should switch it up. He likes other things too, right?" I suggested.
"Like what?" she asked, still engrossed in her Pinterest board.
"He likes rockets and astronauts," I replied.
"What color theme is that?" Kylie asked, seemingly uninterested.
"I don't know, white?" I suggested.
"Do your research before trying to make changes. We're doing blue," she stated firmly.
Throughout the whole confrontation, she didn't spare me a glance. It was as if I wasn't much of an obstacle for her, and to be fair, I wasn't. I just wanted something besides teal, but I was willing to compromise.
"At least make it a different shade," I proposed.
"Of course. Also, we're doing the party at mom's this year," she announced.
"What's wrong with our house? We've been doing the kids' birthdays here since the beginning," I questioned.
"Nothing, just to 'switch it up'," she replied.
"Don't quote me, girl," I playfully nudged her side, trying to break through her focus, but she remained unbothered. Her choice of seat on the kitchen counter made it hard to reach her height.
"Shush and go play with the kids," she finally responded.
"Excuse me?" I was taken aback.
"I'm not a baby you can boss around, damn Ky," I protested.
"I see where Stormi gets all the ego from. Now go away, you're breaking my thought process," she retorted.
"Okay, fine, damn," I sighed, realizing it was pointless to argue further. I moved from between her legs and headed towards the living room where Stormi was watching cartoons and Aire was playing Mario on his Switch.
"Let's watch a horror movie," I suggested, trying to shift the conversation.
"The couch is available every night!" Kylie joked.
"Why are you always in our business? Focus on that teal—" I replied before she cut me off.
"Y/N! It's a surprise, shush!" she exclaimed.
"Alright, damn, my bad. No need to shout," I conceded.
"I swear I'll make you sleep on the couch if you don't stop. No horror movies, keep it PG, because I'm not checking for Pennywise under the bed again this month," Kylie warned.
I chuckled, remembering the time Stormi watched her first horror clip of Pennywise. It wasn't even the full movie, but she got scared. It served her right for being awake past her bedtime hours. But that was a story for another day.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll just watch Minions," I assured Aire.
"YESSS!!!" Aire cheered.
"NOOO!!!" Stormi protested.
Kylie remarked, "Your kids."
Ouch. I forgot we had opposites in this house.
"Lord, help me," I muttered, bracing myself for the birthday preparations ahead.