For Him (Tracob)

Troye's pov

I pretty much stay glued to Jacob for the rest of the trip after that. I only want to be with him, and I feel so much better now that we're back to normal. I don't think I could ever be in an unhealthy relationship, I honestly felt sick throughout those four days of arguing. Now I feel like myself again.

We fly back to Los Angeles in time to celebrate my birthday with our friends. we invite Charlie as well, who surprisingly proves to be the life of the party even 5 ½ months pregnant. After that, we lay low for a week, catching up on rest, and emptying out the guest bedroom right next to our bedroom so the twins can have a nursery. It's Monday afternoon when we finally clear out the space completely. We stand side by side, surveying the space. No furniture, no rugs, no decor. A blank canvas, waiting to be painted. Jacob sits down in the middle of the hardwood flooring.

"We did it."

"We did it," I repeat, bending over and kissing his forehead. "Time for phase two."

"And what would that be?" He asks, puckering his lips for a second kiss, which I give him.

"Filling it back up."

*******

"Why....why does this carseat have 6 different seats it can fold into. I just want one good seat. Just the one, safe baby seat. Not the fuckin Mega Baby Super Carseat 4000."

Jacob moves my hand off the box and pushes it back onto the shelf. "Baby, the brand is Graco not... whatever you just said."

I huff. "Six different seats Jacob. Six. Imagine being that extra. No thank you."

He chuckles, reaching around me to push the cart with me in between his arms. "Okay, so if you don't like it, well move on down the aisle to the 372 other seats available."

I sigh. "Who knew this would be so tiring. We've been in this store for 3 hours."

"There are worse things than walking around with you for three hours," he says to me sweetly and I smile.

"You're right."

It takes us another half hour to select two carseats, and then it's nearly dinner time.

"We should call it a day and go check out." Jacob says, bending to peck my ear.

"But we don't have everything yet," I protest.

"We have all the basics. The paint, the cribs, the carseats, the changing table. The furniture we ordered will arrive this week. And a lot of the little things. Books and mobiles and stuff, from the baby shower.

Ruthie threw us one last week at her house, with all of our collective friends. We got more clothes and blankets and toys then we'll ever need, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to buy more. "I wanted to get them more clothes," I say sulkily, because I really have been looking forwards to selecting cute little outfits for them.

"And you can," Jacob assures me. "As much as you want, but maybe tomorrow? Or a different time? We still need to check out, and stuff all this in the car and then unload it at home. And then I'll make us dinner while you start working on the nursery, okay?"

I lean back into his chest. "Okay, okay."

We head to the checkouts and as the cashier scans our stuff,  which is double.of everything, she smiles at us.

"Twins huh? Left your lady at home to rest up while you do the shopping? That's sweet."

Jacob gives me the side eye of the century, brows raised. Does this lady think we're two bros baby shopping or something? I smile politely. "Actually, it's our surrogate who's expecting."

The cashier nods sympathetically. "Ah, fertility problems? My sister had the same deal. She and her husband ended up using a surrogate as well."

Did she seriously miss the hint completely?

I slide my arm around Jacob. "Yeah, we ran into a few fertility problems early on as well, because my husband and I can't conceive on our own." I give her a dazzling smile as I speak. She blinks.

"Oh, I um- I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," Jacob says, before she can continue. "Most people are thrown by it still."

The cashier blushes the rest of the time she scans and bags our items. In the parking lot, we load them up, chuckling over what happened throughout the short drive home. After we haul everything back into the house, Jacob puts on a mellow playlist and goes into the kitchen to start dinner, while I settle onto the living room floor not far away, to start assembling the first crib. In between trying to keep track of piece E4 and wrench Y7 or whatever number/letter combination I'm at, Jacob and I discuss names.

"Do you want to go classic, or more unique, do you think?" He asks me, tossing red peppers into a bowl.

"Maybe a mix of both? I don't want bland and basic, but I also don't want a daughter named Wolfmoon Calamari or something."

Jacob snorts. "Wolfmoon Calamari. Cute."

I toss a screw at him. "shut up. Also can you toss that screw back, I need it."

He sticks his tongue out and throws the screw back at me. "Okay, I'll tell you what I don't want, is matching names. No Tina and Lina, or Abby and Crabby."

I furrow my brow. "Who the fuck names their kid Crabby?"

Jacob shrugs. "Probably Wolfmoon Calamari's parents."

I pull a face. "Fair enough. We can agree to ditch matching names with no argument."

"Bless that." He sprinkles salt into the pan of whatever he's cooking. "So, I was thinking, what about we pick a classic, elegant kind of first name, and then go more unique for the middle name?"

I squint my eyes down at my work. "I like it, but it depends on how classic and how unique- oh where the fuck is my G1 wrench?"

"I think it's on the chair to your left," Jacob points his knife. "Okay, so classic names

What do you like?"

"Ummm, hmm. I like Florence...Lilly... Rose... for starters. I should probably give it more thought. We have like 2 ½ months left, if we even have that. They'll probably come earlier. What names do you like, Jakes?" I ask him, twisting a screw into place.

"For classics? I'm not sure. For more unique ones? Soleil, Nova, Blue. I like those. And more, I have a list."

I look up at him. "You have a list? Way to make me feel like I'm falling behind."

Jacob cracks a smile. "I have a lot of ideas when it comes to names. They have to be perfect. Names are forever."

"That's a surprisingly stressful outlook, jeez, Jacob." I set one part of the crib aside, having finished it. "Now the pressure is really on."

"We're nearing our final two months here, Troye. The pressure was on a week ago."