A/N: Just a little fluffy filler. See you guys soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)

Ch 10

I can't believe the reality of my situation. I am currently walking into Babies R Us with Christian Grey. I never thought Christian would ever set foot in a place like this. It wasn't too hard to convince him since we have a time limit, and he couldn't order someone to do it for him.

Over lunch we talked. We decided that we would make the room across from ours into Harper's room. We also made a list of everything we need, and Christian got Welch doing more research on cribs, high chairs, and baby gates.

How did life change so quickly?

I grab a cart and set off to the clothes section: the fun section.

"Why aren't we going to get the car seat now?" Christian asks.

"Why carry something around the whole store that we can grab at the end?" I answer, and he nods in agreement.

I decide that we just need some basics for the first little while: I can always shop later. I rifle through the layers of pink, asking Christian's opinion on everything. He just nods and continues looking at his blackberry. Men. I grab tutus and leggings, shirts and sweaters. I put socks in the basket, and not knowing her shoe size, decide to buy her more later.

I look for Christian, and see him stopped a bit away from me.

"What are you looking at, hon?" I ask as I go over to him.

"Winter coats." he says as he examines them all.

"Oh! Good idea. That's why I keep you around: that logical brain of yours." I tease.

I see Christian pull out the brightest pink winter jacket that they have. It is so cute. And Christian picking it out: so much cuter.

"9-12 months, right?" he asks. "It doesn't seem big enough. Maybe we should go a size up."

"Why don't you grab both." I suggest. "If it's too small we return it. If it isn't, then we have one for her to grow into."

Christian nods along, placing the coats in the cart.

I direct us to the diaper area. Christian picks up a small package and is about to put it in the cart when Taylor clears his throat.

"Yes, Taylor?" Christian asks, almost daring Taylor to talk.

"Sir, with all do respect, that amount of diapers won't get you anywhere." Christian looks at him questioningly. "She will probably use at least 6 per day, and that is a 12 pack."

"Really?"Christian asks. "Good call." he returns the small pack and picks up a box full of diapers.

I grab a box full of wipes, diaper cream, baby shampoo, and some baby soap. I also see some rubber duckies, and have to buy them. I can just picture that little meatball sitting in the tub with the little ducks.

Next we head to the toy department. Thankfully the toys all have age ranges on them. I grab a few that are in her range, but I see Christian add toys a little more advanced. He must anticipate her being a smart girl. I want her to have stuff to keep her occupied, but I also want to grab some stuffed toys for her to cuddle, so I show Christian a bunch of choices.

"Get them all." he says, so I do.

I see pacifiers along a shelf with bibs. I place a ton of bibs in the cart, then grab some pacifiers.

"Really? You want her to have one of those?" Christian asks me.

"Better her have that then sucking her thumb." I reason. "The binky we can take away, her thumb on the other hand…"

"And that's why you are the college grad." he teases me.

I'm so glad that my Christian is back.

We outfit Harper with everything, and I don't know what we didn't buy from that store. Christian arranged for all of the furniture to be shipped to Escala right away. We keep the car seat, her coat, a binky, and a stuffed bunny. Every thing else heads home a head of us.

Thank God for Jason Taylor, because he actually knows how to install the car seat.

"Shouldn't it face forward?" Christian asks, acting like he knows better.

"Actually, sir, children are supposed to be rear facing until they are around 2 years old." he informs us, and I have to hold back my laugh at Christian's face when he is set straight.

"I don't like this." Christian says to me over the car seat as we drive. "You are too far away." he pouts.

"Don't give me that face, Grey. You know that this is the safest way for the baby." I tell him, appealing to his overprotective nature.

"I know."

I grab his hand, and pull it to my mouth to kiss.

"Let's go get our girl." I tell him.