only miss the sun

Oh, right, of course. How could I have forgotten. 

Maybe not too cranky. She's been asleep for a while. 

November? Holy… Times flies so fast.

Okay! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, the smoke... um, what if we go for a walk outside? It's really nice out, and I've been a shut in lately. I think the flowers are blooming!

I hadn’t even thought about that. Just dad, maybe? Definitely not papi. What do you want her to call you?

I thought it was obvious. Momma Swag Yolo Cash Money. 

Oh, it is a girl… When-when did you give birth to her? Wasn’t it like couple of months ago you found out you were pregnant?! [Still in shock she didn’t hug her back and froze with her question] Come again?

We found out in November, but I was already about two months along by then. Her birthday is May 9. 

[Madison groaned when someone knocked on her door, she first thought it was probably one of those annoying nurses walking around checking on the patients but luckily, it was a familiar voice. She quickly got up from her bed and opened the door, but what was more surprising than people visiting her was what Abigale was holding in her arms, a baby. Abigale’s baby, Madison wasn’t aware even she had already gave birth to it, him, or her. Hell, thinking about she never really asked about the pregnancy in general, making her somehow feeling guilty about that.] Oh my god, wha- what- what is that?

This is Carolyn Cosette Miller, we named her after my mom and Aiden's grandma. Isn't she so tiny? [Abi laughed, reaching out with one arm to hug Madison.] Do you want to hold her? 

I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to wake her. If you say it’s fine, I’m sure it is. I just want to make sure everything’s perfect and not fuck up on something so simple.

No, you just make the same little faces. 

Hold on just a second, Abi. I’m reading the thing the nurses gave us… Did we remember to swaddle her correctly?

I think we did, should we fix it again? 

"If she doesn’t like turtles," He began, clutching the soft baby blanket to his chest and laying the dramatics on thick, "I think my heart would break." He folded up the blanket gently and threw it over his shoulder. He may have been joking about many things that night, but buying the turtle blanket was not one of them. "Rootbeer’s little heart would break too, I know that much." Aiden reached forward and pinched at Abigale’s side lightly at her jab. "Don’t you dare tell me how to raise my child! God as my witness, I will make a scene in the middle of this store!”  

"I guess that if she's not a turtle lover, we'll have to just try for another one." A joking smirk crept on her face, her swollen hands still resting on her baby bump. "Please don't throw a tantrum right now. You know I respect your maternal decisions for Rootbeer." In the first few months of the pregnancy, she had hoped that she wouldn't get so big, for fear of accidentally knocking things over or bumping into people every time she turned around. As time had gone by, she thought she had gotten more used to it, but she was proven wrong as she was jerked around to face Aiden. A pile of cloth diapers in all different colors fell to the floor as Abi's bump knocked them over, and she couldn't help but laugh. 

"Then we can get her blue frillies, or green frillies, or yellow, or red, or whatever…" Aiden trailed off as he paused in front of a display of tiny dresses, each of them made of a fabric with a pattern of bright orange and yellow kittens. Aiden frowned and continued on his way. His daughter could wear whatever she wanted, but he would never, in his right mind, dress her in something like that. He turned from the display and quickly caught up with Abigale who was almost halfway across the store and still spewing questions. It was amazing how fast she could move in her condition.

"Yes, I mean her small corner. But nursery just sounds so much nicer, babe!" Abi giggled and looked at the turtle blanket, taking the kicks the baby was making as a sign that she liked it, too. "If our baby doesn't like turtles, what are you going to do?" She reached out to feel the blanket, making sure it was soft enough for her daughter, before moving along. "I don't think Rootbeer needs a baby blanket, but he is your son, so Lord knows he's spoiled." 

What did he think? Well, for one thing he wished the store had a push cart to place various boxes, bags, trinkets, and outfits in so he wouldn’t have to balance them in his arms. Beyond that minor irritations though, he was thrilled. The Aiden he knew two years ago would never have thought he would feel the tiniest bit excited to go shopping for baby things, let alone baby girl things. 

Kick, kick, kick! Abi set her hands on her stomach, letting out a sigh as she listened to Aiden. "What if she doesn't like pink frillies though!" Her lips curled up into a smile as she fidgeted with different outfits of all colors and styles. Fighting bouts of morning sickness as she walked around, her mind wandered to what she wanted for their baby girls future. What if she was a ballerina, or a lacrosse player, or one of those people who dressed up like horses to go to My Little Pony conventions? Out of all the things that their little girl could be, Abi knew that she would love her no matter what. She glanced over to Aiden, who looked completely ridiculous with a panda hat on top of his head, and smiled.