Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Irreplaceable Pt.2

I couldn't see with a blindfold covering my eyes, but I was excited to see what would be ahead. Today was the day of my baby shower. Gallant was more than optimistic that I would love it. Jeff held my hand as we were guided into the building; he could lie and say he wasn't excited but was making sex robots more meaningful than our kid? No, it wasn't, and if he said it was, he'd be using one of those robots for the rest of his life.

"Alright, we're almost there," Gallant said, "Damn it, Jeff. Keep up."

"I just don't get why I didn't get a blindfold," Jeff complained, "It's my baby shower too. Shouldn't it be a surprise for me?"

There was a squeaky sound that sounded like a rubber duck.

"Goddamn it. Stop hitting the decorations," Gallant fussed, "And because I'm still having complications figuring out how you became the baby's father anyway. I'm sure the baby will be just as confused when it arrives."

There was another squeaky sound.

"Stop it," Gallant screeched.

"Could you two be peaceful for one day," I asked.

"No," both men said in sync.

That was the first time I'd ever seen them agree on something. I'd take what I could get.

Gallant stopped and grabbed me, slowly pulling me in front of him.

"Okay now, Jeff, take off her blindfold," Gallant instructed him.

"That's more like it. I get some authority around here," Jeff exclaimed.

"Oh my God. Shut the fuck up before I change my mind," Gallant told him.

There was shuffling behind me before I felt Jeff's hand on my face.

"Alright, babe. Are you ready," Jeff asked me.

I nodded my head, ready for the mystery to be unveiled. Jeff lifted the blindfold, and I was in complete and utter shock. The baby shower was everything I'd imagined and everything Jeff despised. The colors were beautiful in every corner, followed by rubber duckies, crowns, and tampons- that portion I was confused about; even Jeff was concerned. Besides the Tampax, I was ecstatic about the turnout, and all our loved ones showed up, including Ms.Venable.

"So, what do you think," Gallant asked.

"I love it," I cried.

"I don't like the tampons," Jeff said.

"No one asked you," Gallant fussed at him.

Jeff threw his hands in the air.

"Why am I here," Jeff fussed.

"Here was my vision," Gallant explained, "We've got red, in case it's a girl, but not pink because we don't know if she'll be feminine or not; she could be a Tomboy or a nerd, like him."

Gallant pointed to Jeff, who was minding his business. Jeff rolled his eyes and began scrolling on his phone.

"Then there's blue if they're a boy," he resumed, "At first, it was going to be a baby blue, but then I realized that's basic. So, it's a deep royal blue because you are a Queen- hence, the crowns and the rubber duckies are because your water is about to break."

"That still doesn't explain the tampons," Jeff declared.

"Those are for you because you're a bitch," Gallant informed him, "Give me that."

Gallant snatched Jeff's phone from his hand and placed it into his pocket.

"What you're not going to do today is think about work and be on your phone," Gallant demanded, "You're going to pay attention to your future wife and your baby at your baby shower, and you're going to enjoy in. Finish your work first before you nut next time."