Two Pink Lines

chapter 4: the nursery

They woke up the next morning, and Taylor was feeling much better. Of course she still threw up as soon as she got out of bed, but at least she actually get out of bed without feeling like her stomach was going to explode.

"So do you want to go to the mall today?" Joe asked, already helping her change into a new outfit.

"Mhm," Taylor mumbled, still half asleep.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows, "You sure? Do you want to wait till when you aren't so tired?"

"No it's fine, I'll wake up slowly," Taylor said, stumbling over to the bathroom mirror so she could put on her wig and contacts.

Joe walked over with her, helping her put her hair in a small bun so she could put on a wig. "Which wig are you going with today?" he asked, surveying the line of wigs on the counter.

Taylor paused, "I'm thinking brown, so I really blend in. I'll probably do brown contacts as well."

Joe nodded, grabbing the brunette wig of it's stand and adjusting it on her head. He then opened the brown contacts case, handing them to Taylor who then laid them carefully on top of her eyes.

Once she was done Joe leaned down to kiss her cheek, "My little brunette wife."

"You should try being brown-haired one day, you would be hot," Taylor slowly stood up, walking towards the bedroom doors.

Joe followed her and they walked down the stairs together, "Don't I look hot in everything?"

Taylor rolled her eyes, playfully hitting his arm, "Oh shut up." She paused, "But yes, you do."

Joe chuckled, slipping on a pair of sneakers. Taylor did the same, frustratedly trying to lean down to tie her shoes, but her stomach getting in the way. Joe noticed, "Want help love?"

"I'm fine," Taylor shook her head, determined to prove she was still capable. Taylor struggled a bit more before Joe kneeled down, tying her shoe for her. "Joe!" Taylor exclaimed, "I said I was fine!"

"It's alright to need help sometimes love, you're carrying a baby for crying out loud, I would be surprised if you didn't need help," Joe rubbed her arm, standing back up.

Taylor just grumbled, walking out the door to the car, slightly stomping. Joe followed in pursuit, biting his lip. After a fifteen minute car ride they arrived at the mall. Trying not to draw attention to themselves they walked hand in hand to their favorite maternity store.

"I read that it's better to decorate the nursery more of a neutral color, like gray or beige. It calms the baby apparently," Joe added as they browsed through different furniture.

"Oh wait!" Taylor pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her jacket pocket, "I actually thought of some ideas last night for the nursery."

Joe raised an eyebrow, "When last night?"

"Um... 2 AM or so," Taylor tried to move on from the topic quickly.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows, "Darling you said you'd always tell me if you woke up in the middle of the night again."

Taylor let out an exasperated sigh, "Joe it's fine, really."

Joe ran his hand through his hair, "Okay, but we're going to have to talk more about this later."

Taylor nodded, just relieved they could avoid the subject for a moment longer, "Anyway, here's one design I thought of. Obviously we can make tweaks, it's just a rough draft and all. I just though I'd show it to you while we're here."

Joe smiled, "I love that!"

It was a simply gray bedroom, with a white trim on the walls, and a white crib. There were a few paintings adorning the walls, as well as a spot for a diaper station and multiple cubby holes for toys. Taylor blushed, "Seriously don't say that just for the sake of my ego, is there anything you want to change?"