EIGHT

"Oh my god, what are we going to do with eight boxes of diapers!" They are stacked by the closet, all of varying size.

She wants to tear out her hair, because now she can see why Tsubasa had wanted to wait to shop. "And don't say 'I told you so'!"

Tsubasa, to her credit, looks incredibly unfazed as she, too, surveys the partially-set up nursery.

It's a nursery. "The toys can stay—well, the stuffed animals, and even the blocks, right? Rattles, those have got to go, and also the crib and bassinet and the onesies!"

She takes comfort in the fact that she and Tsubasa are particularly in sync at least: as she drops to her knees, Tsubasa slips a cushion beneath her.

Best wife ever.

"Would you like to join me in an impromptu session of mediation, Maria?"

Or not, but she's pretty sure her wife is only joking.

Tsubasa pats her shoulder, continuing, "Meditation is an excellent way to return to a serene, rational state so as to approach obstacles with—"

"Tsubasa," she whines, getting to her feet and smacking Tsubasa's smugness off her face with the pillow.

When Tsubasa dodges with her endless ease, however, she can't help but cross her arms—grave, in her opinion, though she knows Tsubasa will only see it as petulant. Geez, it's not her fault she turns into mush whenever she see stuff like booties and onesies and bibs and wow she is not prepared at all, there's all this—

"It's fine," Tsubasa cuts in. Her hand sweeps across the room as she says, "Most of this we can donate. The crib converts to a child-sized bed, so we might still be able to use it, and…."

Picking up on her wife's train of thought, Maria perks up.

Her approval has Tsubasa smiling, softly instead of slyly this time.

"Let's get to it, then," she claps her hands, "we'll have a pile for stuff to donate, stuff to keep, and then stuff to put in storage—just in case."

"Just in case?" Tsubasa echoes as she moves to gather the boxes of diapers.

She gives her a bright smile, "More like, we'll put it in storage to use later. You know, for the next one."

"Maria!" Tsubasa calls out to her, but she's already nabbed a stack of baby clothes and is on her way to the attic.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves again.


a/n: Will post a little something extra later.