This shouldn't have been a difficult decision.
They were relatively traditional people when it came to most things. Most. The exceptions usually being how not to break the universe, and things like that.
Not choosing paint colors.
In the beginning they thought, simple, pink for girl, blue for boy, and finding a happy medium if they for some reason did not find out the sex of the baby. Pale yellow, or maybe the always safe shade of white.
But this was ridiculous.
"Since when are you so obsessed with interior design, anyway?" Olivia bit, arms folded as Peter flipped through the sample book for the hundred-and-tenth time.
"I just want something the baby will really like," he replied almost cheerfully, pretending to ignore her tone.
"The baby is not going to care what color the room is for the first 4 years or so," she rolled her eyes; between her hormones and Peter's new found love for such decoration, they were both screwed. "I swear, just pick something," she begged.
He didn't look up from the sample book, "I told you, I want purple."
"I don't want purple for a boy," she refuted quickly.
"How do you know it's a boy?"
"I don't."
"Then why don't we just wait until we find out?" Peter asked, only to receive a scoff.
How she could smile while giving him the death glare was beyond his knowledge, but it made him a bit uncomfortable in that moment, "you're the one who dragged me to the hardware store this morning," Olivia deadpanned. And she was right. He had taken her out, shortly after breakfast, nearly skipping down the isles towards the paint section. All with that stupid grin that's been plastered on his face for virtually the last month and a half.
Peter shrugged, he knew she was right, "no purple then?"
She was smug, "no purple."
But we all know they chose purple anyway because purple.
