Repeated Mistakes

SARAH'S POV

They have so many things.
Like crazy many. Different colors, different types, different sizes. Yeah, it should, I guess. My eyes travel around the wall, I don't know what I was thinking when I entered, but curiosity got the best of me. The clothes are so tiny, makes sense since it's for babies, my fingers reach for the soft fabric. It's fascinating to think how a human can be so tiny.
The next alleys are filled with strollers, car seats, shoes, bags, bottles, furniture, and a lot of other things I have no idea what they are for. A baby needs a lot of things, that's for sure.
I had witnessed the progress with Dante, how he filled his house and car with tons of things for his- Ugh, why am I at this again?
Shaking my head, I focus my eyes on the other section of clothes. This whole situation makes me remember him, a lot. As if I was reliving everything.
The soft color brights in the middle of all the livid, a baby blue onesie, it's tiny, I reach for it, and the tag says it's for a newborn. It's even tinier now that I hold it in my hands. I can't wait to buy clothes for my children. The idea of being a mom always warmed my heart, and now, that is closer with Marco, we agreed to try after getting married.
I take the onesie with me, taking it up to be ringed up. It's silly, I know but... it's my first purchase, one day I'll wear my baby with it. Sliding the card, they wrap it in a cute white bag. Marco always said he wanted to be financially stable for kids, and after seeing how many things there are for babies I think that was a smart idea. But we are stable—we both have good jobs.
We have our own house, that was recently redecorated, two cars, and we live comfortably. So it's safe to say our jobs are more than enough to pay the bills. His job as a financial analyst has him on an 8-6 job, different from mine, that is as a graphic designer in a marketing studio, with a more free schedule. So it's a good moment, or at least it was.
With the bag in hand, I leave the store and return to my car. I have to run some errands. Two hours later I'm parking in my garage. I grab the shopping bags and put them away. The clock in the living room already marks 6 pm, Marco shouldn't take long.
I take the bags back to my room. I hang the clothes and put the products on the side of my sink. Walking out of my room, the white bag was sitting alone in my bed. The one with the onesie. It's silly to buy something with such anticipation, but I couldn't help myself.
My phone starts ringing.
It's in my back pocket. I grab it, Jules.
-Hey, what's up?
-Sarah, sorry to bother you on the weekend but...
I chuckle, she is more conscious than our supervisor, Mr. Diaz. But as his assistant, she needs to do as she is told. She goes on about our current client and the ongoing campaign, I hum and go over to my office to check my email.
-Got it, so more elements and do a revised design.
I open a digital note to write down the other comments she is giving me. Seems like the marketing proposal we were working on was approved, so the next designs will have the same theme.
-Good Jules, I'll check this and send it over.
The call disconnects.
I pull up the old design. More elements. One-click on the gallery and check my options. I chuckle, it's not only social media sending me to baby fever, this campaign is about baby products. The launch we are working on is for shampoo and soap for babies. So, the proposal was baby's bath time.
There are so many pics and stickers for the poster. I click my nails on the mouse making several attempts to add more of the elements requested by the client.
The beep of the keypad of the door interrupts my focus, Marco is home.
Some seconds later, the steps are loud and near my office. He walks toward me, with a tired look, but as our eyes find each other he smiles. Walking from behind me, he leans down and hugs me from the back.
"Aw, you missed me?" I hug his arms on my shoulders.
A soft movement comes from his head on my neck, a nod.
"A lot," he says, "Daisy wanted to go to the park and play with me, I'm tired," he adds, and lets go. "I'm all sweated, I'll go take a shower."
I shake my head laughing, but it hits me, he hugged me. "Hey," I whine and turn to him, he has a small smirk.
"If you are upset about it, come take a shower with me, I'll make it up to you," He extends his hands and the smirk on his face grows.
"I have work," I point out to my computer.
"Sarah, come on. It's Saturday," He whines in a needy voice. Gosh, he is so annoyingly cute. I laugh at his tone and how he grabs my hand trying to convince me to go with him.
"Go take a shower, I'll work on this in the meantime, and then we can do something, what about that?" I offer instead.
He doesn't seem convinced, but after seeing I'm not changing my mind, he nods and walks to our room.
Sitting back on my chair, I continue with my work. It wasn't so fun to work on weekends, but I love doing what I do, so it wasn't awful. My work is relaxed and since I don't have strict work hours, I do things when I want, so if I get this on with, it is better for me, to do less work.
"Sarah."
A loud yell came from our room.
It surprises me, Marco barely yells. I stand up and walk to our room.
"What is it, babe?" I ask.
Marco is standing in front of our bed, facing his back at me.
"Babe?" I ask a little worried, I walk closer to him.
He turns around with an unreadable expression as he holds the onesie I bought today, I forgot to put it away when Jules called. He looks at me, waiting for an answer.
"Babe-" I say with a soft laugh trying to grab it from him.
He moves and lifts the onesie on his hands making it harder for me to grab it. "What is this supposed to mean, Sarah?" He asks with a cold tone. Long gone was my needy and cute fiance, he is dead serious. "Huh?" He looks into my eyes before he jeers, he always tells me how my eyes are so expressive.
"Babe, it's nothing, I went to the mall today and-"
"What? You just bought baby clothes because you were bored?" He asks, finally handing me the cloth.
I look at him surprised by his tone. "Well... it's cute, isn't it?" I ask trying to lighten up the mood but he looks mad at my comment.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" He asks narrowing his eyes on me.
I laugh. "Of course not."
"Then why did you leave it there on the bed for me to see it, huh?" He asks.
I'm not sure if he is tired or mad at this right now. I mean, sure I knew it was important for both of us to wait until we were married to think about kids, but he is acting way too...
"I didn't, babe. I forgot to put it away," I say, putting it in the bag they gave me.
"And why did you buy it? Are you that much in a hurry to have kids?" He asks eyeing me from the side.
I turn my face to him, "Marco..." I say a little taken aback by his question.
He sighs and comes closer to me, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm just... I- I don't want to disappoint you, but with Daisy, I just don't want to...you know, hurry things," He says as he caresses my face and grabs my hand, "You can understand that, right?" He asks in a softer tone as his eyes stare into mine.
I nod, and his body crashes into mine in a tight hug. I rest my face on his chest until I remember he is all sweated, "Ugh, move," I say pushing him away.
"Nope, you agreed to marry me, this should be nothing," He says hugging me tighter this time, "Again, you could always join me in the shower..."
I laugh at his offer looking up, he raises his eyebrows at me. I hit his chest before walking to the bathroom followed by him.

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Photos are not mine, they are from Pinterest.