Writers Note: This short Story has a gender swapped Ja'far as an FYI

Ja'far sat on the couch rubbing her temples listening to Sinbad's nonstop talking. Normally she would just choose to ignore it, but today, she couldn't. It was like his voice was twice as loud as usual. She let out a sigh propping her elbows on her knees and resting her head in her hands.

"Sinbad, will you give the pregnant lady a break already? I get it, you're excited about the new clothes you got me, but Sin, that's a tent not a dress." Sinbad looked down at the dress he was proudly holding up and his face slowly fell. This is why he wasn't allowed to go out shopping without her. She was afraid to ask how much he spent on it.

Ja'far didn't even know why he bought it, she hardly ever wore dresses. She could understand the idea that it was easier to put a dress on than other clothes, but still.

"Ja'far you can't wear my clothes forever."

"Why not," she asked leaning back on the couch pulling Sinabd's tee-shirt down over her belly. Ja'far didn't want to admit that her stomach was very big. She wasn't entirely sure that it was just because of the baby anymore. She sat there rubbing her stomach as Sinbad watched her with big puppy dog eyes. She sighed. "You're big enough that they fit me perfect. No sense in buying new clothes I'll only wear for a few months.. Your sweatpants fit over my ever-growing ass and I'm comfortable."

"Because those are my favorite pants." Ja'far could swear he was whining at her.

"Too bad, mama gets what mama wants."

"I would have never slept with you if I knew I would lose my pants to you. What kind of cruel world is this where a man can't even wear his own pants." Ja'far smirked at Sinbad's whining. Of course, he would complain about something so insignificant.

"Hey, I mean it's not too late for me to lose this one too, so go on and hold your breath for your pants back." She looked away from Sinbad for a moment before making eye contact with him. This would be their third attempt at trying to have a child. At least, their third attempt with a child who made it past three months.

"That's not funny Ja'far," Sinbad said putting the dress aside.

"Wasn't a joke" She said rubbing her stomach. "I'm only five months in, I've gained a lot of weight this time. I'm still not wearing a tent though." Sinbad looked her over trying to remove the frown from his face. He didn't like seeing her sad and he didn't like knowing she was in pain.

"It'll be alright this time Ja'far." She shrugged. She wasn't going to tell herself that, because it would only make it that much harder for her to handle if it wasn't true.

"If it's not, at least we don't know the gender and we didn't name them. Can't get attached if you don't name it."

"Ja'far that's advice you give to someone about a dog, not a child."

"I don't see the difference." She looked away from him and he was tempted to go sit next to her. She looked back at him though, eyes still flat like she wasn't feeling anything at all anymore. "I'm hungry," She blurted out moving to stand up off the couch. "Let's go get something to eat." Sinbad let out a sigh shaking his head.

"Alright"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Ja'far muttered walking past Sinbad. Sinbad grabbed her hand giving her a soft smile. She looked back at him giving him a gentle smile feeling like she was forcing it. Ja'far pulled away from him focusing on having to go to the bathroom again. She sighed knowing she shouldn't have brought it up again, but she worried. It was hard enough to go through it once, she couldn't imagine it happening twice. She shook her head as she finished up in the bathroom, she really was hungry.

"Sin," She called stepping out of the bathroom, "Are you ready to go I'm-" She froze blinking several times as she stepped into the living room.

"How do I look," Sinbad said posing for Ja'far. Try as she might she couldn't keep from laughing. Sinbad had put on the dress that he bought for her. She couldn't deny that he looked better in it than she probably would.

"What are you doing," She asked wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. "Why are you wearing that?"

"Well I figured if you want to wear my clothes. I'd wear yours. And maybe if it smelled like me you'd wear it. I know that's why you wear mine." Ja'far started coughing trying to catch her breath. She stepped away for a moment to grab her purse.

"I'm not admitting to shit," She said quietly as she walked past him. "Are you coming or do you want to change first?" Ja'far watched the man look down at himself and then shake his head.

"I look good, besides one of us might as well wear it."

"Oh, so you're taking the stance of, if I'm going to wear your clothes you're going to wear mine?"

"Maybe I am," Sinbad said taking her hand pulling it up to give it a tender kiss. "You'll be fine Ja'far, even if something goes wrong, I'll hold your hand the entire way." Ja'far gave a soft smile looking down at her feet.

"That's fine, so long as I get to keep wearing your pants." Ja'far couldn't help but smile at the loud laugh Sinbad let out.