𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

33) Toggery

Toggery (noun) [TOG-uh-ree]
Clothes; garments; togs

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"He's out right now. He'll be back in half an hour," You told your mom on the phone as you prepared yourself a cup of jasmine tea. Your husband, Dylan, went out discreetly at 1 PM, a note left saying he'll come in a while.

"Alright. How are you feeling?" Your mom asked and you smiled. "I'm fine, just extremely tired and my feet ache," You said as you rubbed your 8 month grown belly. You were officially 8 months pregnant today. "Rest as much as you can. I'll talk to you later," You mom said and you ended the call.

You sighed. Your back hurt, your legs hurt, your feet hurt the worst. It is a burden to walk, it is a challenge to sit and you feel emotionally unstable. You hate life right now but having your husband with you helps a lot.

You sat at the table, sipping on your tea, loving it's warmth. You looked through a catalogue filled with pictures of baby nurserys; themed ones, coloured ones and plain ones too. You imagined how your baby's nursery would end up looking like, after you did the finishing touches.

You and Dylan have been gradually filling up the room with furniture and pasting on the wallpaper. Well... you don't do much. Not that you don't want to but 'Mr. Protective Husband' doesn't let you. "I don't want two human beings getting hurt" is always his argument. All you do is sigh.

You found out it was a boy. You were super excited.

He's going to be so handsome. Just like his daddy, you thought.

You were about to take another sip of your tea when you felt a kick in your stomach, making you jump. You couldn't help but smile. It seemed as if the baby could hear your thoughts.

There was a knock on the door. You slowly got up from your seat and went over to open it. There, in the corridor, stood a very excited man, eager to enter the house.

"Hi baby! Oh and, hi baby," Dylan bent over a kissed your belly. You giggled, it tickled you a bit.

"Where did my hubby go to? On some hunt?" You asked with a smirk. He placed the two large bags in his hands on the table and you walked over, taking a peak inside.

There were packages, but they were all wrapped. You looked to your husband with disappointment. "Don't worry, you'll find out soon," He grinned and walked over to the kitchen for a glass of water.

You followed him, just happy to see him. "So how are you? How's your back?" He asked you, going for another glass of water. "It's better, especially after that massage," you melted at the thought of last night's back massage courtesy your husband. He nodded with a smile.

"But my feet and legs hurt as hell now. It wasn't that bad yesterday," you said gloomily. Dylan walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You looked up to him, your protruding stomach touching his.

"What I'm going to show you will, hopefully, make you better," he winked and went over to the table. You placed a hand on your waist, the baby's weight starting to make you tired.

You had to sit down, gaining a look of concern from Dylan. You smiled, "Okay so,  what's in the bags?"

"Well... since it's your the baby's birthday, sort of... I went out and got some things. Just to prepare for the arrival!" Dylan said in one go. You could tell by his speech that he was super excited, which made you excited as well.

He took out the first parcel and handed it to you. "Happy birthday number 1!" He said. It was in the shape of a cuboid, you guessed it was perfume or something but judging by it size, you had to think again.

"Oh wow! Thanks!" You said, as you stared at the cream in your hand. It was for stretch marks. Something you'd use in a month. Dylan chuckled, "Well that's not your actual gift. I saw it and I thought... yeah I should probably get that." You smiled. You thought he was adorable when he cared.

He gave you another parcel. This one was bigger and softer. You placed it on the table and unwrapped it, Dylan looked at you eagerly. "Oh my God! These are... so cute!" You said happily as you looked at the pair of baby boy clothes you held up.

One set was a onsie pajamas with trains on it, and the other were shorts and a shirt, with a dinosaur. "These are adorable. I love them! The baby is going to look so cute in these!" You said, "Thank you." Dylan hugged you, an email around your shoulder, "You don't have to thank me."

Five presents later, the table was newly occupied by toys, more clothes and a mobile to hang on top of the crib.

"These things are lovely," You grew even more excited. You wanted your son to be born right now. You couldn't wait to play with him, and spend all your time with him.

"Oh there's one more thing..." Dylan said and you raised your eyebrows. "What is it?" You questioned. Dylan took out his phone asked started scrolling. "Well... I purchased something. Remember we went to the furniture shop and saw that beautiful crib you fell in love with?" Dylan recalled and you nodded, "I bought it."

"No way! Really?" You squealed with joy. The shop had said it was out of stock and that the product may be discontinued. You were heart broken because it was so pretty and it would fit your whole 'sky-themed' nursery, since it had cloud shapes carved all around.

"Yeah, they said they managed to get one final, untouched piece that they reserved for us. I had to... talk to them to make the effort but, it worked out!" Dylan explained and you stood up and hugged him tight. "I'm so happy right now," you said into his ear.

You pulled away, his hands resting on the sides of your stomach. "I'm hap-" Dylan started but was interrupted.

"Oh my... did he just?" He said with disbelief. You giggled, "Yes, yes he did! He's been kicking all this time. He's probably excited to play with all these things!"

Dylan placed a hand in your hair and kissed you. "I love you," He said after pulling away, "Thank you for being a blessing in my life." He bent down and kissed your belly, "And thank you too."