Yellow
"Careful!" Freddie said as Sam bent down to dip her paintbrush into the can of yellow paint.
"Calm down, will you Freddie?" said Sam, rolling her eyes.
"I just don't want you to hurt yourself. Or the baby."
"Relax," Sam laughed, rubbing a hand over her swelled abdomen. "We're fine. Just finish painting your side of the wall so we can go out for dinner. Mamma's starved."
"I can't believe you want to paint our kid's bedroom yellow of all colors," said Freddie.
"What's wrong with yellow? It's practically the only color that works for a boy or a girl."
"Well if you would just let the doctor tell you what it is…"
"Hey, if I'm gonna have to go through the actual child birth process, I'm gonna be the one to pick whether we know or not, you got it?"
"Okay, okay," Freddie surrendered. He had learnt not to pick fights with his wife right now. Pregnant Sam was actually more aggressive than normal Sam.
"So where are we gonna put the crib?" he asked, looking around the room. "Will it fit over by the window?"
"I dunno," Sam shrugged.
"You mean you still haven't ordered it?"
"No, what's the big deal? It only takes a couple days to get here from the store."
"Well yeah, but considering your eight months pregnant I just figured we should have the room set up some time soon."
"I'll do it tomorrow," she promised. "Besides, I ordered the high chair."
"Right so, the baby will be able to eat, just not sleep."
"I want my kid to love eating, all right?"
"Of course," he laughed.