A/N - Yes, this is another new story and no, I probably won't be able to keep up with anything anymore lol. But I just couldn't help myself. I've been sitting on this one for a few months now and finally just decided to go ahead and start writing. This is going to be a fair bit darker than the norm. I plan to take our wonderful duo places that I never have before. Hopefully it all works out! As always, any comments are much appreciated.
"What do you think of this one?"
Paul glanced at the colour his wife was pointing to on the little paint colour chart and frowned. "Steph, I really don't see the difference between 'Aged White' and 'Old White.' They both look the same to me."
"Paul!" Stephanie scolded, gently tugging the book away from him slightly. "Look! 'Aged White' is a little darker. Don't you see?" She pointed at the colour again and couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped her at the look of utter confusion on his face.
"No I don't! And I don't think anybody else would either. They're both off white. Just pick one!" He glanced from the book to his wife at the sound of her laughter. "What?"
She reached over and patted his face affectionately. "There isn't really that much of a difference is there?" When he shook his head she continued. "And our living room walls aren't really going to know any better are they?"
"Nope."
"Alright. Let's go for the 'Aged White' then," she finally decided.
Paul sighed dramatically and knocked the colour booklet to the far side of the coffee table with his foot while he fell back into the soft cushions of the sofa. "Thank God! I was trying to patient but fucking hell that shit was boring!"
"Oh honey," she drawled as she struggled to her feet. "You are ever so eloquent. I'm going to go to the bathroom. We've got to get to mom and dads soon."
He was instantly on his feet, his arm out to help her up. "You OK?"
"I'm fine. Be back in a minute." She kissed his cheek and waddled off.
His eyes followed her out of the room before he sank back into the couch. Why the hell she decided that they needed to do up their formal living room while she was less than six weeks away from giving birth was beyond him. But he could never say no to her. He never had before and he wasn't going to start now. So he had at the very least humoured her and sat down to have a look at the various colour books they had lying around. That was over an hour ago. He swore if he had to look at one more shade of white that looked exactly the same as all the others he was going to crack! And then he thought about his wife and the upcoming birth of their child and nothing but happy thoughts swam around his head. He was so excited, they both were. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't see her come back into the room.
Stephanie stood at the door and watched him. He had that silly look on his face again and she knew exactly what he was thinking about. Smiling herself, she slowly made her way behind the sofa and placed her hands on his shoulders. His head twisted as he turned his neck to face her.
"Hey. I didn't hear you come in," he said, bringing his feet onto the chair so he could see her properly.
"Don't get comfy. I'm just off the phone with Mom. Other people are starting to arrive and she wants us there as soon as. I told her we would..."
"Say no more," Paul stated as he got to his feet and walked around to join her. He palmed the small of her back and motioned for the door. "We'll be there in a few minutes. Come on."
