Love ~A Series of Short Stories~

Brown or Blue?|Keke Palmer, Chris Evans

HILLIE

I sat on my king sized bed, looking down at my feet. It felt nice to stretch after freshening up in the morning, as I'd just put on a pair of black tights and a large, loose blouse.

Comfort was a daily goal for me recently. Had been for the past eight months. There was really no other way to go in this beautiful situation. I needed to feel comfy at all times.

And for another morning this month, I'd woken up alone, smiling to myself

"Put your, pinky, rings up, to the, moon! ~ Girls! What y'all-"

I reached for my phone, answering the incoming call before the beat overtook me. A smile crept upon my face when the ringtone sounded, and I couldn't help it. It's an amazing song.

"Hill speaking."

"Are you at home right now?" A male voice asked on the other side of the line. I already knew who this was, there was no doubt about it.

He'd made it a point to call me everyday, morning and night. Before I closed my eyes, and after I'd opened them. He hadn't done it every single day though, and I'd find myself the receptor of his thousand apologies for missing something so simple.

But, it meant the world to me that he tried.

I giggled, "yes, where else would I be?"

"Okay, I have a question for you. Mango or watermelon?" He asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"You know that's a tough question for me," I told him with a groan, "what's this for anyway?"

"Bubble tea. I couldn't decide which to drink, so I want your input. So, Hills..."

"This is just like you, Chris... Okay... Get both and drink half from each for me and half for yourself."

I could hear him place his order, getting both flavours, large with tapioca. He then laughed, and I could see him right now shaking his head with that gorgeous smile on his face.

"Sounds like a plan."

******

The sun shone through my living room windows, hitting my face with its spring warmth.

It was only and already five pm, but I was tired. I'd gone to a yoga class earlier, as per doctor's orders, covering my hour of activity per day.

Then I met up with my sister Ruby and friend Jillian for lunch. They also treated me to a movie, reluctant to let me go back to my home that was empty, aside from my two cats.

Well, the cats were busy raising their kittens, so they didn't pay me too much attention. Which I could appreciate.

So, at this point I was finally home, watching Vanderpump Rules, with a comforter covering me tummy down, and a large long sleeved hoodie.

Alone again.

******

*Brrr!* *Brrr!* *Brrr!*

My eyes snapped open, and I got up a little too quickly in my groggy state as I felt some pressure in my back. I looked around the living room, taking in my surroundings. The TV still on, and a random program playing let me know that I'd fallen asleep in the middle of my episode.

"Damn it... Oh, my phone!" I whispered, reaching my hand out on the floor to feel for my phone. I felt it vibrate again, against my bum.

I fell asleep on my phone?! Pretty sure that's not good for the baby.

I lifted myself up slightly then grabbed the device and answered it, not even looking to see who was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Open the door." I heard a male voice tell me on the other side of the line. In my still half-asleep state, I couldn't even make out the voice, let alone have the common sense to look at my phone and see who I was talking to!

"Who is this?"

"What do you mean?" The man asked, sounding very amused. He could probably tell I'd just woken up, as I hadn't even cleared the exhaustion from my throat. "Just open the door."

I hung up, then took a look at my recent calls.

Of course it was Chris, smart one.

Even though I knew there was probably another, very cute, package awaiting me on the other side of the front door, I took my time waking myself up. I stretched and yawned for a good five minutes before I slowly got up and walked across the living area.

I wish it was Chris at the door this time. I wish he'd finish filming already and come home.

My hands went about unlocking the door, then I slowly twisted the knob.

I wish I could kiss him right now, and hold him... I wish I could see-

I blinked, then rubbed my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't still asleep. I lunged forward, grabbing and pinching to get concrete proof of this current reality.

"Chris!" I exclaimed, stepping back slightly once I noticed the luggage he had on hand. Two suitcases, and some shopping bags. My eyes wandered down to his left hand, which held a cardboard cup-holder with two clear, large cups inside.

"Hillie..."

He smiled, bending his head down and giving me a long kiss. His free hand went around my waist and he lifted me up on to my toes, somehow in a gentle way.

I sucked in a breath when we parted from each other, and quickly wiped away some oncoming tears before I reached for his things.

"No, it's fine. I'll get it," he told me, taking my hand with a smile, "but you can take these."

I laughed as I relieved him of the cups he held, then walked into the condo with him and his luggage in tow. I placed the cups down onto our island counter, then looked at them.

I could hear him greeting the cats, and their purring was very loud as he was petting them.

"You bought the bubble tea..." I whispered, not intending for him to hear a thing I said. He did hear, though, since he was behind me at the same moment I'd uttered those words.

His hands went around my bulging abdomen, and he hummed with happiness. Kind of like the cats purring when they were content and comfy, or just now.

"Of course I did... I have question."

"Yes?"

"What colour do you think our baby's eyes will be? Brown and beautiful like yours, or blue like mine?"

I thought about his question, thinking back to my knowledge on chromosomes, DNA, and genes.

"Well," I started, "statistically, and most likely, our little baby will end up with brown eyes because brown eyes are a dominant gene. But, they could also end up being a sort of mix, like hazel or green. And there is a chance that his or her eyes will be blue, like yours."

He chuckled, nesting his chin into the crook of my neck, "so, brown or blue."

I smiled, rubbing my cheek against his.

"Brown or blue."