Summary: Finn and his wife disagree on how to put together the furniture for the baby's room.

Some more fluffy Finn as a Daddy! I hope you enjoy!

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"Finn, I'm telling you, the instructions say those two pieces do not go together. Just look at the manual and you'd see." I stress, trying to show my husband the instruction manual.

Finn rolls his eyes at me with a scoff, "Please Love, I know what I'm doin'. I don't need the instructions." he counters, forcing two pieces of the bed together, "HA! See, fits perfectly."

He holds up what is supposed to be a drawer for a changing table, but it is clearly uneven and crooked.

"You can't be serious?" I sigh, "Finn, they are clearly two different pieces! Why are you being so stubborn about this?"

"No. I can do this without the instructions! It's a fucking changing table! How hard can it be to put together?!" Finn grumbles tossing the "drawer" down in a huff.

I roll my eyes at him "Well, if you would just listen to me and follow the instructions then it would be so hard." I argue.

He just shakes his head and goes back to trying it is way.

I let out a sigh and drop the book to the floor, I struggle to stand from the rocking chair, holding on to my stomach.

"Whatever, do it your way, let me know when your going to stop being so damn stubborn."

Finn looks up at me, "Where are you going? Are you okay? Something wrong?"

I smile at his concern, "Baby's hungary, I'm going to feed them. Though I'm thinking Baby wants Daddy to go get Taco Bell."

Finn narrows his eyes, playfully glaring at me, "Baby or Mommy wants Taco Bell?"

I shrug. "Both."

He laughs, "Alright, I'll go here in a little bit a get you some Taco Bell. Let me clean, I'll try again later."

I blow him a kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too."

An hour later, I'm enjoying my chicken chalupas from Taco Bell and Finn is back up in the baby's room fighting putting the furniture together.

"Ow! God fucking Damnit! It's fucking furniture! It's not supposed to be this fucking difficult!"

I groan hearing Finn yell out and something crash to the floor. Alright, if he's not going to listen to be, time to call in the big guns.

I grab my phone and dial the one person I know Finn will listen to,

"HEY! How's my beautiful sister-in-law?"

I smile, "Hi Karl, I was wondering, are you free tomorrow?"

His laugh booms through the phone, "He's being stubborn ain't he?"

"He's not reading the fucking instructions! I love the man, but I swear, he is not meant to build anything outside of Legos! He'll follow the fucking instructions for that, but when it comes to the bed out child will sleep in, NOOO. He's all "I can do it myself!" I gave up and made him go get me Taco Bell."

This just made Karl laugh even harder,

"Shit! Fine! Fuck you! I give up!" Finn hollars and even Karl can hear him,

"Uh oh, he's getting pissed. Okay, I'll be over tomorrow and help him put the baby's room together."

"Thank you Karl. If not, I have a feeling the baby will be sleeping with us until they go off to college."

"We'll get it, don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks Karl."

We hang up just as Finn comes storming down the stairs and flops back on the sofa,

"The baby is going to sleep with us until they can put the stuff together themselves."

I laugh, standing from the kitchen table and moving over to the sofa, "I just told Karl that the baby might have to sleep with us until college. But there is one big problem with that. Know what it is?"

I nudge him and make him move enough for me to lie down next to him and he lays his head on my chest, hand on my belly. Finn grunts in response to my question.

"If the baby sleeps with us for that long, that mean no more sex until they leave for college. You really want to go 18+ years with no sex?" I tease, running my fingers through his hair.

Finn's eyes go wide and he tries to sit up, "I've gotta get that room fixed!"

I laugh and make him lay back, "Calm down, that's why I called Karl. He's going to come over tomorrow and help. And you WILL follow the instructions! I'm not going to have my baby sleeping or lay on something that is unsteady and looks like a gust of wind could knock it over."

"Fine" he huffs.

He moves so his face is buried in my stomach, his hands resting on my stomach trying to feel the movement of out child. I smile when I feel the vibrations of his voice against my protruding belly. And soon I'm lulled to sleep listening to Finn's sweet voice talking to our child.