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"WOAH. Hey, you shouldn't be carrying that. It's really heavy."
"Dylan, it's fine. It's not that heavy."
"No, no, no. Give me that," Dylan said, "You just sit back and relax."
"And watch you do all the work?" Isabella questioned, "I'm not just going to sit still and look pretty."
"But you're so good at it."
"Very funny."
"Hey, I'm going to build this crib. How about you hand me the tools I need?"
"Alright fine. As long as you let me do something to help you." Isabella said.
"Okay. So pass me the screw driver." He said.
"Right, screw driver." Isabella mumbled.
"You do know what a screw driver is right?" Dylan asked.
"Of course I know what a screw driver is. I'm not stupid." Isabella scoffed.
"Just making sure." Dylan joked.
"Wow," Isabella laughed, "Here."
Isabella continued handing Dylan the tools he needed to build the crib. Whenever Dylan needed something in the other room that weighed more than ten pounds, he wouldn't allow her to help carry it. She would roll her eyes and argue that she was capable of doing simple things, but Dylan wouldn't have it.
So there she sat, watching him build the baby's crib piece by piece. At times her mind would wander off into a daydream of the future. She compared the visions of the future she had before she became pregnant, and the visions she now had. But something still sat on the back of her mind, at it kept nagging at her.
"Hey, Dylan?"
"Mm?"
"What are we?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what are we?" She said, "Like, we went on a date, and we never really talked about it after that. I mean we don't have to be anything, if you don't want to. We can just be two people that are having a baby. Nothing more, if that's what you want."
"Well, I really like you, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take you out on another date."
"You're not just asking that because I asked about this are you?" She questioned.
"No, no. I've been meaning to ask you. Just hadn't found the right time." He said.
"Oh," she said, "In that case, yeah. Another data would be nice."
"Great."
Dylan and Isabella smiled at each other. She bit her lips, slightly blushing at the way he was looking at her. Suddenly, Isabella's eyes went wide as she gasped, and her hands went straight to her stomach.
"What? What's wrong?" Dylan asked.
"I felt a kick," she laughed, "I felt the baby kick! Look. Here put your hand here."
Isabella guided his hand to the top part of her stomach. She kept his hands there and waited a few seconds before another movement was felt.
