Music ✔️

Chapter 33

just a lil fluffy thing

~Millicent~

"Should we go all out with just blue crap or should we get more neutral colors?" he asked as I slowly trudged behind him, our fingers loosely, but lovingly, intertwined.

His black and gray flannel fell past my fingertips so I wriggled my arm to get the sleeve down as I checked my watch to see how long we've been in this baby store. "We've been in here for two hours in this gigantic store and we have yet to agree on just the paint."

"Milly, maybe if you'd say something other than 'I don't know' and 'I'm hungry as hell' we would have made more decisions. C'mon, our son is gonna be in the world soon and he's been with you the most for these past few months. You must know what he'd want his room to look like."

I laugh. "We don't mind-meld or some shit, Don. I think we should paint it white, just in case."

"Just in case of what?"

"That it's not a boy."

"The doctor said it was a boy." He stopped to look at the different types of white paint.

"Dr. Motavi was fired a couple of days ago."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, they wouldn't tell me. But I don't - ooh that looks like a good color - I don't trust it, though. It sounded sketchy."

"I think it's still a boy," he said, putting two cans of the paint in our cart.

"Care to make a wager on that, pretty boy?"

He looked at me, his eyes shining like usual, a smirk forming on his lips. "Really? You want to bet on our unborn child's gender?"

"Only if we go look at the expensive baby swings that have all of those different rocking settings," I practically begged.

"Fine. 20 bucks?"

"20, it is. The first thing you're gonna say when our daughter is born, is 'I owe your mom 20 dollars'."

He started smiling like an idiot. He's so goofy. I love it.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Whenever you say 'our son' or 'our baby' or whatever, I just get all... happy, I guess."

I stopped walking to the swing section, making him stop and look at me with an even bigger smile.

"Are you gonna kiss me with all these people secretly watching us or should I just stand here looking at you like an idiot?"

He rolled his eyes and did as told. He bent down a little since I am incredibly short and pressed his lips against mine. I definitely heard other pregnant people crying over how cute we were. Literally crying, making me want to cry too. Donovan pulled away, laughing a bit at my glossy eyes.

"I love you, you hormonal pile of gorgeous."

"And I love you, you handsome, understanding, kind-hearted, adorable, sweet, and lovely boyfriend of mine."

"You're beautiful."

"You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place and I don't know what to do..."

"Cause I'll never be with you," he finished the James Blunt lyric, leading us off into the expensive swing aisle.

"So..." I pointed to two colors. "Pink or blue?"

"Well, I know you'll want to pick pink because you think that the doctor was wrong and I'll want to pick blue because I know that the doctor is right."