DISCLAIMER - I DON'T OWN THE JONAS BROTHERS AS CONNECT 3. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM. I ONLY OWN KYLA, KIANNA, ALLISON, EMILY, MADISON, AND OTHER NON-FAMOUS CHARACTERS.

A/N I'm totally open to suggestions on how to make the story better. I can't read your minds, tell me what you like to read!

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Chapter 12 : Should I Question Every Move I Make?

-Nate's POV-

Eight months have gone by. If everything goes according to plan, our baby will be here within the next two to three weeks. Listen to me, it sounds I ordered something through the mail and I'm waiting for it arrive.

If everything goes according to the doctor's plan, the baby will physically be with me and Allison in about two or three weeks.

Everything needed for the baby has already been bought, only one thing has not been done. The baby's room has not been painted. And it doesn't look like it's going to be for a while with the way things are going today.

"Nate, what about this one?" Allison asked, holding up a neon colored card.

"Alli, you're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not. I want this color." Allison said sternly. She stomped her foot, and I couldn't help but think that she looked like Madison does when she does that.

"No. I'm not painting the room that color. What about something light?"

"Fine. But it can't be anything boring or unoriginal, and it definitely can't be something they would pick." 'They' being my side of the family. They're a little controlling sometimes, especially with things like this.

I can't really blame them if they are this time though. Shane especially. He has a right to be controlling now. When Kyla found out she was pregnant with Kianna, her and Shane didn't really get to pick out anything for Kianna. Me and Jason kind of took control over everything. The only thing they got to choose was Kianna's outfit after she was born, and I think that was only because we weren't in there at the time.

"Of course." I told her.

"Good. Okay, that means we can already rule out pink, yellow, and orange."

"Why?" I thought those were good colors. I thought they were fine.

"Because pink is the classic girl color, unoriginal, yellow is the classic neutral color, also unoriginal, and, as of last week, orange is the new pink, duh."

"Of course, how could I have forgotten?" Especially since you pay attention to every trend there is. "So, what do you have in mind then?"

"Well, we could paint it blue." She put her hands on her hips.

"No, blue is the classic boy color, and makes it way too obvious that we are trying to be original." I pointed out.

"Good point." She pondered for a minute, and then inspiration struck. "We could paint it black!"

"Black?" I asked, completely hating the idea already.

"Yeah. I mean, think about it. Who paints their baby's room black? No one will ever see it coming. It's perfect." She had such a big smile that I hated to ruin it.

"It's not perfect. It's black. Black is a depressing color. We are not painting our baby's room black."

"Fine." Allison sighed. "Then what color should it be?"

"How about..." I thought for a minute. "Green."

"I don't like green." She told me.

"Why not?" Why can't we just agree on something? I knew we should have asked the doctor what the baby is going to be when we had the chance last week. If we had then, this wouldn't be such a hassle now.

"Because I just don't." Allison stated plainly.

"Come on, give me a real reason. Why can't we paint it green?" I asked. I like the color green.

"Because...green is just, green. I don't like it. Pick a new color, now." Allison demanded.

"Okay. We won't paint it green. What about purple?" I suggested, forgetting that purple is a girl color and that would only make Allison even more convinced that our baby is a girl.

"No."

"Why not?" I asked, wondering what her excuse was this time.

"Because purple is too girly. It has to be girly, but not too girly." What? That might make perfect sense to girls, but to guys - we're at a loss.

"That makes no sense."

"Yes it does." Allison stated firmly. I knew there was no point in even trying to fight her. "Purple is out, and we need a new color."

"Allison, can't we just pick out some more tomorrow? I'm tired. I want to go."

"Naaaate..." Allison complained.

"Come on, Alli. We've been here for over an hour. I just want to go home, eat my dinner and cuddle on the couch with my wife. Is that too much to ask for?" I demanded.

Allison was obviously frustrated at this point. She was heavily pregnant and I was probably not helping her mood at all.

"Nate, I don't care how long we have been here. You're not going to go home until I get the paint I want! I am not cooking you dinner, and don't even think I'm going to cuddle with you on the damn couch!" Allison yelled.

By the time Allison had finished her tirade, the people around the store were staring at us.

"And you know what else -"

I quickly placed a hand over her mouth, knowing that some not so pretty words were about to come out.

Allison bit my hand, causing me to release an ear piercing yelp and stares from a few spectators resumed.

"I want this paint color." Allison said menacingly.

"Look, Allison. I had a part in making this child. I think I should be able to choose the room color." I stated.

"Look, Nathaniel." Allison mocked. I was a bit taken back. She very rarely uses my full first name. "I am the one that has to carry this child, and I'm the one that is going to have to do all the work to bring it to this world. I'm choosing it."

"How about we compromise? We can paint the room two colors." I offered.

"No. I want this color and if you ever want to have children again, you'll make sure I get this color." She said through gritted teeth.

"But Alli..." I drawled out.

"What's that I hear? Oh, it's my foot making contact with your fricken lower region."

I backed away knowing that Allison was in the middle of a bad mood swing. I took a paint tray and held it out in front of my body, knowing that mood swing or not, Allison wasn't joking.

"Okay, okay." I gave up. "You win."

"It's about time." Allison said, walking towards the register with the chosen paint can, a deep peach. I was convinced that peach is sort of orange, but Allison sees it otherwise. It must be another girl and guy thing. Girls see it one way, and guys see it another.

"Why me?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"NATE!"

"Coming, Dear!" I shouted, following her.

I sure hope this baby comes sooner than planned. I don't know how much more of this I can take.


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