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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:11 am
“Be patient,” Chris said.
“It's not going to happen overnight,” he said.
“Slow down and think about it first,” he said.
“We don't even know if it's going to work the first time,” he said.
Paris didn't care what Chris or anyone else said. She probably should have, seeing as Chris was her husband and all and what he said should matter to her (and it did, usually), but she'd gone a bit deaf when it came to people talking her down from her baby high. Obviously she knew things weren't going to happen overnight. It was a forty week process, after all. Longer in her case, considering how much else was involved.
But it was going to happen. She was convinced of that. If not by the end of this year, then by next year, there was going to be a new little Gallo running around. Or... rolling around, or... whatever infants did. Crying and pooping. Spitting up. That sort of stuff. Gross things Paris should have been grossed out by. Except she wasn't. Bring on the poop and spit up, she said. She was totally not getting in over her head with this.
She also wasn't the only young 20-something to be hit with the baby bug recently—a little fact which convinced her even further that she wasn't too young and clearly knew what she was doing. A part of her was kind of smug that someone had actually taken to reading her blog and apparently thought she was a worthy enough human being to meet; but most of her was just smug because there was someone else out there who shared the same ticking maternal clock.
“Oh... my... God,” Paris gushed.
They were in the baby section of a high-end department store. In her hands Paris held a precious pink infant dress, complete with lace and bows and teeny tiny little buttons that made all the gooey feelings inside of her get even more gooey.
“This has to be the cutest dress I've ever seen in life,” she announced.
And she had a lot of cute dresses.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:36 am
How was she supposed to know that finding that blog by accident and actually commenting something would lead her here? To the baby section…looking at baby clothes…with a girl she didn’t even really know. Raven had to admit, it was a pretty ballsy thing to do, just meeting someone from online with no real time for getting to know them at all. What if she had been an ax-murderer? What if Raven had been an ax-murderer? Well, neither of them would have had the pleasure of trying to have a child then, now would they.
Not that Raven really had wanted to admit to anyone that she really wanted a child…but…but those damn memories from that dream or whatever. She really just wanted to snuggle her little girl. She wanted that part of the dream to be real. She really wanted her little Chloe. But. That was besides the point. Here she was. Looking at what had to be the most adorable clothes known to man. Seriously. Why were baby clothes so damn cute?
“Oh my God, you’re right with that…” Raven shook her head, laughing, then held up another one. “But look at all of the ruffles…I think it’s terrible. I want to just buy it…you know, just in case. Ugh. When I have a child, I’m going to dress them right, I know that much for sure. None of this…making my five year old look like a twenty something year old hooker. No ma’am. My five year old will wear tights with all of her dresses.”
It didn’t matter that Raven liked dressing like the twenty something year old hooker sometimes. Chloe would look like a little girl at all times. No matter what. Ugh.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 10:45 am
“God, yes, I know what you mean,” Paris said. It was an effort to put the dress back on the rack, though she was picking up another one soon after. “Little kid bathing suits are the worst when it comes to that. Seriously, a two-year-old girl does not need to be wearing a bikini with her water wings.”
This in spite of the fact that Paris also occasionally dressed like a twenty-something-year-old hooker.
Or an escort. Those were classier.
“Ugh, I want a little girl so bad,” she continued, finding another beribboned dress that begged to be picked up and examined down to the last cute inch. “Is it bad that I'm catering to gender stereotypes despite the fact that I'm... you know...? But, like, when I was little all I wanted to wear were frilly pink tutus. I want a little mini-me in a frilly pink tutu. Except having a little mini-Chris wouldn't be so bad either, all dressed up in dorky polos and sweater vests.”
Paris practically shivered in delight at the sweet images that ran through her brain.
“Speaking of Chris. He's going to kill me. Like, seriously murder me on the spot if I come home with any of these. 'We're not even pregnant yet, Paris,'” she lowered her voice in a rather decent (in her opinion) imitation of her husband. “As if planning ahead is so bad. He uses the same excuse whenever I want to start on the nursery, too. I mean, like, we're going to have a baby. We might not have one yet, but we're doing it, you know? So it just seems like the sooner we start, the less we'll have to worry about when there is a baby.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 7:08 pm
Raven nodded, picking up another dress of her own and gushing quietly over it. “I want a little girl too, I even have a name picked out, ugh. I feel like buying one of these just to maybe scare my fiancé…but I’m not really sure how well that would go over.” She looked at the dress and shrugged. “Then again, I really don’t care. I’m getting this dress.”
She grinned at Paris and laughed. “I think you should get one too. Chris can’t stop you from doing anything. Seriously, if you want to be excited for the baby, then do it. What’s the harm? If you want to start getting the nursery fixed up, I think you should do that too, even if you end up changing it fifty times before the baby gets here, I think it would be a great way to express yourself, and get the nerves to go away a bit, because I bet they’re insane for you right now.”
The blonde put the dress she was holding back, in favor of getting another one, this one with cute little lace and a matching pair of diaper covering bloomers. Because…seriously. If you didn’t have a cute cover for the diaper, you didn’t have a cute outfit at all. “Just kidding about getting that outfit. This is it. I’m getting this and hiding it away where my Jett can’t find it.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 7:30 am
“Oh my God, as much as I want a little girl, I can only imagine how much of a fuss Chris's family would make about names,” Paris said.
Her expression switched from hopeful and expectant to terrified in two seconds flat.
“Obviously we'd name a boy after my dad, but if it was a girl they'd all want us to name her after them. Especially Momma. I mean, Chris's mother,” she clarified, putting her most recent dress back so that she might look at another one. “She always wanted a little girl, and instead she got three boys. She's going to be so disappointed if Chris and I have a boy, too, but then if we do have a girl... I can't imagine I'd see a lot of her. Momma'll probably steal her away all the time.”
Eventually Paris smiled at the thought. It really wasn't such a bad one, as much as she made herself sound long-suffering. She'd not spoken to Momma much about the baby process, if only because she wanted Momma to be surprised when the time actually came.
Her own mother, well... that was a completely different story.
“Have you talked to Jett about having a baby?” she wondered, picking up a cute little plaid pinafore dress in dark purple and pink. “Chris thought I was crazy at first, but he eventually came around once I proved to him that I was serious and I knew what I was doing.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 6:40 pm
“Well, Paris…honestly if you’re having the baby…then it’ll be your baby, not theirs. You can name him or her whatever you want to, you shouldn’t be bound by expectations…you of all people should know that, so don’t even worry.” Raven hugged the little dress she was holding, half wishing there was a smiling, stupid, smelly baby in it already. “This is something you’re doing because you want to, what they want really shouldn’t and really doesn’t matter…and no. I haven’t talked to him about having a baby. I’m too busy talking to him about me moving out…which is going to happen soon anyway.”
She shrugged and sighed, finally putting the dress back.
“Unless he comes with me, we’ll never have a baby, because I’m not coming back to this damn city. You, however, are more than welcome to spend as much time with me out in California as you’d like. I would love to have a beach buddy.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:16 am
“I know, I know, you're right,” Paris said.
Of course she was. But Paris looked at the situation almost as she'd looked at planning her own wedding—it was sometimes easier to let other people handle the planning for you. If Momma and Nana wanted to throw family names at her, Paris didn't think she would argue.
She paused then, immediately concerned when it seemed bringing up Jett had not been the best idea. Paris winced and faced Raven apologetically.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-... why are you moving out?”
Naturally, Paris could think of many reasons why anyone would want to leave Destiny City and go somewhere far, far away, but she couldn't imagine leaving Chris behind. It saddened her to think that Raven might be unhappy.
No one deserved to be unhappy.
“Well, anyway, California sounds like a fantastic idea. All that sunshine and the warm weather, the earthquakes I could do without, but I think any place is going to have its downsides. I'd love to visit. I've never been that far west. Oh my God, I could always come when Chris flies out there for games. What area are you going to be in?”
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