Happy Upstead Appreciation Week Y'all! Yay for being able to celebrate our favorite couple. Because of time and finishing up FTB, I mainly wrote little drabbles for this week, but all of the prompts were so much fun!

This is written for the Day 1 Prompt: "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

"Babe, where are you?"

"In here!" Hailey's voice travels through the house.

Jay chuckles as he kicks the front door closed with his foot. Her answer isn't very specific, but he knows where she is, where she has probably been since he left for the hardware store an hour ago.

"Why do paint colors have such weird names?" Jay calls out as he makes his way down the hall towards the room where Hailey is, two buckets of paint in hand. "Glisten yellow? What does that even mean?"

Hailey chuckles, eyeing him up and down as he makes his way into the small empty room and places the two cans of paint on the ground.

Jay stands up with a sigh, straightening up and leaning back a bit to stretch out before he glances at Hailey with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, but is that my shirt?"

She's in athletic shorts and a black V-neck t-shirt he is almost sure came out of one of his drawers and the knowing smirk on her face tells him he's right. When he left an hour ago to run out and get the paint they needed for the renovation they're working on, he mentioned to her that she should probably throw on something old so they could paint the walls without fear of ruining their nicer clothes.

But, when he said that, he assumed she would grab something old of hers.

"You mean our shirt," Hailey corrects him, taking a step away from the middle of the room, slowly making her way towards him.

"Our shirt?" Jay chuckles.

"Isn't that how marriage works?" Hailey asks naively, cocking her head to the side. "What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine, all that jazz?"

He takes a step forward, his hands finding their way to her waist and playing with the hem of her, their, shirt. "All that jazz? That's how you view this marriage?"

She looks up at him with a playful look and he thinks if he could freeze this moment, he would. Hailey, so happy, dressed in his shirt, it's all he needs, and it makes his heart beat a little faster.

"Well, the shirt thing is actually your fault," Hailey murmurs, her fingers drumming against his chest.

"Yeah, and how's that?" Jay questions, a challenging tone as the words fall from his lips.

"You knocked me up," Hailey states like it's the most obvious thing. "And now my shirts don't fit the same, so I have to wear our shirt."

It's an exaggeration because she's only twenty weeks and barely showing and he knows that several of her loose t-shirts still fit just fine. But, still, he lets his hand gravitate from her hip to her stomach, his fingers gently tracing the growing bump, a smile involuntarily growing on his face.

They are standing here, in their daughter's empty nursery with paint on the ground ready to decorate the room. The idea that in just a few months, this room will have yellow walls and a crib, and a baby girl is so overwhelming in the best of ways.

"If my memory is correct," he says softly. "You've been stealing my clothes for a few years. Way before I supposedly knocked you up."

"I don't think there's anything "supposed" about it. I'm pretty sure-"

He doesn't let her finish her thought, instead using the hand that is still resting on her hip to tug her close, planting a soft kiss to her lips to silence her. She happily complies, humming against his lips, her own hands finding their way to his back, rubbing gently against the fabric of what he assumes is also their shirt.

"I like you in our shirt," Jay whispers, resting his forehead on hers, his fingers trailing back down to the hem of the shirt.

"Yeah?"

"I mean, I like you more without it but-"

She throws her head back in laughter but he holds her close, leaning down to kiss her again and it's not long before both of their shirts are in a pile on the floor and he's not quite sure whose is whose.

Reviews?

See you tomorrow for Day 2!