Jackson and April go shopping for baby items and try to decide on a name (and fail, of course).
"I can't decide between the pink or the blue?" She holds up both little sticks of paper, tilting her head from side to side.
Jackson rolls his eyes, "Go for the white one."
"I'm not holding the white one." She frowns.
"Well, then, pick it up."
April shakes her head and smacks his chest lightly, "Could you please put a little more thought into this? This is our child's room, okay? We can't just have white."
"Why not? You don't even wanna know the sex of the baby so you can't choose between pink or blue. What if we have a boy and it's got a pink room with bows and crap?" He raises a brow and stretches his arms tiredly.
She sighs and places the coloured charts down. She smiles up at him and wraps her arms his waist as he lowers his arms to pull her against him.
His clasps his hand behind her back and kisses her forehead, "Choose any colour you want."
She grins, "What about yellow? But like, pale yellow?"
"Sure." He smiles and wraps his arm around her shoulder as she heads off down the aisle and stops in front of the tins of paint. She points to the tin of Little Lemonade paint and he leans forward the grab it. "We're gonna need masks or whatever because you are not inhaling this crap."
"You're the one painting."
Jackson nods once, "Yeah, but you're still gonna be around, and I don't want these fumes intoxicating my little Jordan."
She rolls her eyes then, "Jordan? No, no, no, we agreed no basketball star names. Besides, I thought we settled on Reed?"
"I get that you miss her, because I do, too. But I mean, come on, really? Reed, for a boy?"
"Reed works both ways. Oh, and please, Jordan is such a good name for a little girl?" She laughs and follows hm as he places the huge tin of paint down on the counter.
"Uh, yeah."
"Uh, no. We're not naming our child Jordan."
"Well, we're not naming it Reed."
"Don't call it, it." She scolds him with a hint of a smile
He grins down at her, "Okay, we're not naming our little star, our little piece of heaven, Reed."
"That's better." She nods proudly and steps behind him, slipping her hands into the front pockets of his jeans as she leans against his back, "What are we gonna name her then?"
He smirks again and glances down at her from the corner of his eye as he pays for the paint, "I think you mean, what are we gonna name him." He corrects her and she pushes against his back harshly.
"Let's just go home."