Day 167:
"Helloooooo Mabelinos! Today we are going on a real adventure. We are going to...Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUN!...Ikea!"
"Mabel, what are you doing?" Dipper asked as he leaned into the frame of the camera his sister was holding.
"I'm live streaming for all the Mabelinos out there," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Of us furniture shopping?"
"Why not!? You haven't let me live stream anything else this pregnancy…"
"With good reason," Dipper countered.
"Oh!" Mabel turned back to the camera. "By the way, Mabelinos, I'm not pregnant. She turned the camera around to reveal Pacifica riding shotgun nest to Ford. "Pazzy is! Look at that bump. That's my neice, Persia!"
"Okay, Mabel, stop," Dipper reached for the camera.
"No! We're going on an Ikea adventure and I want my fans to enjoy it!"
"Mabel, stop!"
Pacifica could only chuckle at her husband and sister-in-law bickering like they were twelve again. If only it wasn't in a very tight moving truck they'd rented. At least she got to sit upfront with Ford. The twins and Stan on the other hand were confined to the backseat.
"Will you two pipe down!" Stan grumbled. "It's bad enough I'm stuck in the cheap seats, if you can even call these seats, but now I gotta watch you two go at each other like cats and dogs!"
"He's trying to monopolize our Ikea adventure!"
"It's my house we're shopping for!"
"Which includes Persia's room!"
"And Persia is mine and Pacifica's baby."
"Who you kidding, bro-bro? She's everyone's baby!"
"Well," Stan shrugged. "She's not wrong…"
"Last I checked you two were not there when Pacifica and I were laying-"
"AUGH! Don't finish that though!" Mabel clapped her hands over her ears, dropping her camera.
"And, got it!" Dipper snatched the camera out of her lap and held it at arm's legnth.
"No! My Mabelinos!"
"Almost there. Almost there. Almost there," Ford began muttering to himself.
Pacifica could only chuckle once more at the sight.
This.
This is what a family was supposed to look like. This is what Persia would experience.
At some point Mabel got her camera back and they arrived at Ikea.
It only took two minutes for Stan and Mabel to start riding down the aisles on the giant shopping carts.
"Bonzai!"
"Bonzai!"
"Cowabunga!"
"Cowabunga!"
"YOLO!"
"That must be a new-fangled term, but I wont question it. YOLO!"
"Will you two stop!" Ford chased after them. "You'll get us kicked out before we've even started."
Dipper leaned into Pacifica's ear. "If anyone asks, we don't know them."
Pacifica giggled, but nodded as they began actually shopping for the living room first. Dipper had a copy of the floor plan of their house so they could plan out where everything would go as they shopped.
"Ooooh!" Something caught Pacifica's eye and she headed towards it.
"A yellow sofa?" Dipper asked.
"Why not?" Pacifica asked. "It's different."
"It is that…"
"Imagine if we paint the walls navy. Yellow and navy goes together."
"It does?"
"Are you questioning my taste?"
"Perhaps…"
"Says the guy who where jeans, white t-shirts, flannels, and a baseball cap everyday."
Dipper shrugged. "Fair enough."
"Ooh, it comes in a six seater."
"What's that mean?" Dipper asked.
Pacifica rolled her eyes. "It means it looks like this."
"Why would we need a couch that big?" Dipper asked and the U shaped 8 by 10 foot couch.
"You mean to tell me you don't think our family and friends are going to come crashing at our place all the time once we move in?" Pacifica questioned.
Dipper thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess it would be weird for them to bunk in ours or Persia's room. There is that other bedroom, though…"
"True, but…" Pacifica twirled her hair. "Maybe in a few years there will be someone using that room…"
Dipper let out a nervous chuckled. "Not that I'm opposed to having more children, but let's get this one safely delivered, walking, and potty trained before we start down that road, okay?"
"Well, of course," Pacifica rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Dipper!" Mabel all but tackled him. "You guys getting this couch?"
"Thinking abo-"
"Well, VIMLE, that's super yellow!"
"What?" Dipper arched an eyebrow.
Mabel held up the tag on the couch to reveal it was named "vimle."
"Oh my gosh…" Dipper shook his head.
"Got 'im!" Mabel fist bumped before racing off.
Dipper gave in and they bought the couch. Though they'd agreed to go through room by room, they both, simultaneously, decide they couldn't wait anymore before shopping for the nursery. They immediately gravitated towards a white, wooden crib with two draws underneath it. They had decided to look at other options, and did so for a while, until they turned around and found Stan climbing into the crib they'd just looked at while Mabel filmed on.
"What are you doing!?" Dipper asked.
"Making sure it's safe," Stan answered matter-of-factly.
"By climbing in it?"
"Hey, if it will hold my overweight, hamburger and potato chip stuffed body, it will hold a newborn baby."
Dipper rolled his eyes. "Oh my gosh."
"C'mon bro, you don't want this crib to FOL on JA!"
Sure enough, the crib was named Folja.
"Welp. It's safe. Now someone help me out!" Stan called.
"Stanley, what are you doing? You are a grown man!" Ford scolded.
Dipper helped his Grunkle out of the crib, he and Pacifica bought it, and then moved onto picking out a changing table, wardrobe, high chair, book displays, wall hangers, and baby lamps.
They then moved onto shopping for their own bedroom, looking at beds first. They settled on a wooden bed that had two large drawers on either side for them to keep stuff in.
"You're going to use this bed to make Pacifica a MALM all over again, aren't yah Dipper?"
"MABEL!"
"And that was 'MABEL!' number 5…" Pacifica noted on her phone. She was sure she'd get to the double digits before the day was up. She wasn't wrong. It was sunset before they had picked out everything they would need to start out with and began bringing the numerous trolleys of stuff they'd bought to the truck they'd rented. Rather than helping push, however, Mabel opted to ride at the top of the pile of furniture with a giant stuffed lion she insisted on buying for Persia, even though the toy was half the size of a grown adult.
"NAAAAAANTS! IGOYAMAAAA! WE ARE LEAVING IKEAAAAAAA!"
"Mabel, you are not Rafiki and this is not Lion King, get down," Dipper sighed.
"NAAAAAANTS! IGOYAMAAAA! WE HAVE A DIPSTICK IN THE MUUUUUDDDD!"
"Really? You're going for-"
Suddenly the carts stopped rolling. "Wait, what's happening? Grunkle Stan are you okay up-"
"NAAAAANNNTSS-"
"Stanley, you are a grown man, stop enocuraging this behavior!"
"-STANFORD'S AND ANGRY MAN!"
"STANLEY!"
"And that's number 10 for 'STANLEY's'," Pacifica muttered as she took note.
They drove home with mostly no incidences, and arrived at the newly purchase Pines home. While everyone else worked on moving the heavy furniture into the house, PAcifica worked on painting Persia's room. She'd done some research and had made sure to buy paint that wouldn't harm her baby before or after she was born. It was a pale mint green color. Pacifica placed one hand on her back where she had some aching, and painted with the other one.
"Um...Pazzy?" Mabel poked her head in about an hour later. "You guys didn't buy a puppy while we were at Ikea, did you?"
"No…" Pacifica followed her sister-in-law out to the moving truck and, sure enough, there was a small black and white speckled puppy in the back of the truck.
"He must have snuck in while we were shopping," Dipper said from where he was on his hands and knees and tried to coax the puppy out. He whistled softly. "C'mere."
The puppy only whined and backed away from him. Pacifica slowly lowered herself to her knees and clapped her hands. "C'mere, little guy."
Mabel came back with a bit of sandwhich ham in her hands. "C'mere!"
The puppy slowly made its way to her and nibbled on the meat. Mabel cautiously scooped the puppy up. "Ooooh! So cute! I'm gonna call you Pepper!"
"You're keeping it?" Dipper questioned.
"What? You and Pacifica are getting a baby, I get a puppy!"
Dipper shrugged. "Fair enough."
By the end of the night, all the furniture had been placed in the house, though not necessarily in it's proper place. Dipper and Pacifica's bedroom was atleast set up, and one wall of Persia's nursery had it's first coat. Dipper collapsed onto their new bed the minute everyone had left.
"I would say we should break this in, but I'm too tired to even try," he grumbled from where he laid.
Pacifica chuckled as she lowered herself onto the bed, slowly laid on her side and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Long day, huh?" Pacifica asked.
"Uh-huh," Dipper answered.
"Don't worry, we'll have time to 'break the bed in' later. You rest."
"Uh-huh?"
Pacifica turned off the lights and tucked her husband in. They didn't even bother changing them into their pajamas.