Imagine your OTP buying baby clothes/furniture together.
Ikuto and his heavily pregnant fiancee got out of the car, and entered Babies R' Us. Amu was eight months pregnant, and they still hadn't bought anything for the baby. "So, what do we need?" Amu asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail.
"We need everything." Ikuto reminded her cautiously, not wanting to get her worked up.
"Do we? Well, I guess we better get a cart then." After grabbing one, the couple pushed it around the store, picking up everything they needed. The arguing didn't start until they came to the clothing. Amu was picking out a bunch of little bodysuits ("Jumpers? What are these things called, anyways?") in neutral colors.
"Amu, you need more colours than that. And maybe more sweaters or something."
"Ikuto, shut up. Are you the one carrying this baby? No, you're not, so I will pick out however many colours I want!" She exclaimed, throwing more bodysuits into the cart. "Although, sweaters sound good." She mumbled, grabbing a multitude of different sweaters.
"Okay, now we need to go pick out a crib for the baby. It's the last thing we need, I think." Ikuto led Amu towards the crib section, suggesting a couple but getting shot down every time. "Why don't you pick out one, then?" He said, exasperated. The rosette looked around for a few moments, and her eyes settled on one.
"That one!" She smiled, and took her time walking towards it. It was a dark brown wood, and the display showed a cute floral printed bumper pad along the edges. Ikuto looked it over, and agreed.
"It looks nice." He smiled, and found a box with the crib in it, and placed it on the bottom rack of the cart. "So, is that the last thing?"
"Yeah, pretty sure." Amu lead the way to the checkout, where the total price was more than anticipated. "$264? That's insane!"
"Amu, that's fine. We've got enough for it all. And it's for the baby." Amu took a deep breath to calm herself down while Ikuto paid for the things with his bank card.
"All right, now to set it all up!" Amu announced once they got home.
"And by that you mean me, while you take the tags off of the clothes, don't you?"
figured i'd write a cute little fic about this. idea taken from imagineyourotp. tumblr. com