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Oɱɳιʂƈιҽɳƚ NσʋҽɱႦҽɾ 13ƚԋ Nҽɯ Yσɾƙ- Dσɯɳƚσɯɳ
The air outside their Four Seasons hotel was brisk, carrying the scent of city life—hot food from the vendors nearby, the distant burn of someone's cigarette, the faint whiff of rain that had fallen earlier. The streets were alive even at this midnight hour, full of movement lights and sound, but Ivory and Xaier walked at their own pace, wrapped in the afterglow of their honeymoon phase.
Ivy had one of her hands in his while his arms were currently weighed down with shopping bags, a mix of luxury designers and a bunch of boutique baby brands, the weight of them doing nothing to stop the smug grin on his face. He was already buying clothes for their baby and he didn't even know what it was yet.
Ivory told him it was stupid, but in reality she felt that it was really sweet how excited he was. She knew before that she had doubts in the back of her mind that he wasn't truly excited about the baby but now she almost wanted to slap herself for even suggesting that they get rid of it.
Seeing him like this, so invested, so eager to spoil their child before they'd even arrived, erased any lingering doubts. He was all in, and that realization made her fall even deeper in love with him.
"Our kid already fresher than half the people in this city," he bragged, adjusting the bags and looking down at them so he could flex his fingers. "Got a lil' Burberry fit, some Gucci booties, and a Moncler snowsuit. Ain't nobody touching my baby's drip." he nodded.
Ivory smiled, tucking her free hand into the oversized hoodie she'd stolen from him earlier. "Drip? You tryna have our child out here lookin' like a baby drug dealer." she chuckled.
Xaier laughed along with her as well, the deep sound of it sending a warmth through her. "What you mean? Our baby gon' be fly, just like us. Ain't no child of mine steppin' out lookin' weak, I'll put that motherfucker up for adoption so fast-."
Ivory rolled her eyes hard and hit his arm twice, "Shut up!" she exclaimed, but laughed at the joke too. Ivy couldn't deny the rush of joy that filled her every time they talked about their child. It felt so surreal shopping for someone they hadn't even met yet, but it was someone who was part of both of them.
Someone who would be here before they knew it. She let her hand drift over to her barely-there bump, feeling a deep sense of love she couldn't explain yet.
He grinned, nudging her playfully. "I'm just playin' Mrs. Cadieux." he said, bringing up their marriage for what felt like the thousandth time ever since they got married. In addition to the baby, them practically eloping was another thing Xaier was extremely excited about. He wasn't about to let her live down the title of his wife anytime soon.
