So this just popped into my head and I had to write it, enjoy!
Nine months ago, if someone told me I would be standing in a baby store, making a gift registry, I'd think you were nuts. Absolutely nuts. But here I am, helping Jess create a registry—for our baby.
We started officially dating two years ago, about a year after our forsaken kiss so long ago. It's been amazing—Jess is, well Jess. We are best friends, with the benefits this time. I will never forget the day Jess told me she was pregnant. I literally ran out of the room, and ran through the apartment screaming. Jess started crying and Winston had to talk us both down.
Jess and I aren't married, not even engaged—at least not yet. I have plans. But here we are, having a baby. In two months, we will be parents to an actual human being. Once Jess got used to the idea, she was over the moon—I've never seen her happier. I'm happy too, just scared as hell.
"Do you think we should go for the deluxe portable crib or just the plain one?" Jess asks as she holds the gift registry gun, her eyes wide with excitement.
I am snapped back into reality. "I don't know, do you think we need the deluxe one? I mean it is expensive," I tell her.
Jess rolls her eyes and goes back to looking at her options. "You're a total doozer, I need your input, daddy," Jess says as she smiles at me.
"Don't call me daddy, our baby can call me daddy, you can't. It's creepy Jess," I tell her as a smile spreads over my face. Jess giggles and I can't help but kiss her right there. I don't know how I resisted when we were just friends.
"Nick, I need to focus or these wacky pregnancy hormones will get me all loopy and then I will want to have sex, and we can't, we need to look at stuff for the baby," she tells me exasperatedly as she gives me a wide eyed look.
I laugh. "All we need is a crib," I ensure her.
"Nick, this is not the 19th century anymore, babies need stimulation," Jess says as she moves forward, scanning more items.
"All they do is eat and sleep," I tell her with a scoff.
Jess ignores me as she picks up a tiny baby outfit with small elephants all over it with green stitching. Tears start filling Jess' eyes as she looks at me—hormones again, she cries every time she feels the slightest emotion. "Nick…this is adorable," Jess cries.
"I'll have to admit it's a little adorable," I say.
"How cute would our little boy look?" Jess asks, as she throws the outfit in the cart. I'm going to admit, I'm glad we're having a boy—I'm not really sure how I would do raising a girl. I'm still not entirely sure how they work yet.
When we get back to loft—yes, we still live there—although Schmitt moved out three months ago to live with Cece, he is still here all the time. I jump on the couch next to Schmitt, and grab his beer. He gives me a look of disgust and gets up to get another.
Jess walks in with some of the items we bought and Schmitt smiles. "You really are glowing Jess," Schmitt says with a smile.
"Shut up, she's mine," I tell him as I look to Jess.
"Listen, guys, I need you guys to put together the crib sometime. Also, I was thinking we could paint Schmitt's old room for the baby," Jess blurts.
Schmitt's face fills with hurt. "You're…you're getting rid of my room?" Schmitt asks.
"Don't think of it like that, we are just making it more useful," Jess tells him tenderly.
"You don't even live here, Schmitt, get over it," I tell him honestly.
Jess gives me a look and I simply shrug. "What Nick is trying to say is we had some good years, but we are finally growing up," Jess says as she puts a hand over her round stomach.
She knows that Schmitt always falls for the pregnant woman routine. "I guess you're right. It's time to move on, grow up, good bye to the good old days, adios, bon voyage," Schmitt says as he rubs his eye quickly.
"Are you crying man?" Winston asks as he walks into the living room.
"They are getting rid of my room!" Schmitt cries.
Then, like clockwork, Jess starts crying too. I sign and pull her close to me. "It's okay Jess, you know how Schmitt is. Our baby will have that room, it will be okay," I tell her as her tears soak my shirt.
"Nice, you made the pregnant woman cry," Winston tells Schmitt.
"I can't take you guys anymore, you all just go around breaking my heart. You know what makes me feel better? Hunh? Sex, sex with my model fiancé, so adios to my old life!" Schmitt says dramatically as he walks towards the door, throwing his cardigan on.
"Schmitt, don't be like that!" I yell after him.
Jess cries harder and I hold her. "Winston and I will paint our baby's room tomorrow, okay?" I promise Jess.
"We are?" Winston asks.
"Yes, Winston, we are," I tell him through my teeth. "Come on Jess, let's go to bed," I tell her as we go to our bedroom, which is her old one. I still have mine but we never sleep apart—unless we have a fight, which usually always results in Jess storming into my room in the middle of the night, and we end up having make up sex.
She crawls into bed and I place a hand over her bump. I feel a kick, I look at her and smile. "We will be okay right?" Jess asks.
"Of course we will," I promise her with a kiss. We've come a long way.
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