Cribs and Anger

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I tapped on the counter with my fingers, staring at the paper in front of me.
"Hey babe, can you help me slide this piece in? I can't get it." Corbyn asked me. I jogged over to him and slid the rods together. He thanked me and I went back to the paper. The instructions on how to put the play pen together made no sense, so I threw them in the bin. I helped Corbyn some more and in 15 minutes, it was done.
"What if it's not a girl?" He smiles. I shake my head. The pink butterflies might not go well with a stereotypical baby boy, but I don't think that matters. Within 3 hours we have a crib, playpen, and multiple toys put together. I feel a kick, and suddenly Cornyn is laughing at me. "You should have seen your face!" He threw the  instructions across the room.
"Lets go out. Like, to eat or stay at a hotel or both." I asked him. "I'll pay?"
He nodded and stood up, pulling me in for a kiss. I smiled when he pulled away, and he grabbed my hand.
"Ok. Let's go." He smiled.

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