A/N: Hey guess what? I'm alive! I'm sorry for not updating in forever. I'm back and will try to keep you guys filled in better. Please review this chapter if you are one of my faithful readers from the beginning who never gave up hope that I would keep updating. Enjoy!

Artie and Tina were laying on their backs on Tina's bed while staring at her ceiling. Their heads were nearly touching as they smiled up and enjoyed the silence. They each had a hand resting on Tina's stomach while Artie had the baby catalouge laying open on top of his chest. The couple and the Abrams decided they would turn Tina's bedroom into the nursery and that Tina and Artie would permanently stay together in Artie's room, which in turn would become their room. with Tina being nearly halfway through her fifth month, they decided it was probably time to pick out furniture and start designing the baby's room.

Artie spoke first even though he didn't want to break the blissful silence, "Well, I guess we should get started."

Tina grabbed the catalouge and flipped through the many, thick pages, "I don't know where to start."

"Well how about we pick a color? Although we don't know if it's a boy or girl."

"Yellow. I want yellow," Tina stated without skipping a beat.

Artie smiled at her. Anyone else would've been shocked and confused at the color of her choosing, but Artie knew exactly why she chose that color. Tina had always liked yellow, she didn't care if people thought it was uncharacteristic for a goth. But her true love of yellow was actually because of a deaper meaning. In particular; related to her and Artie as a couple and best-friends.

The first moment Artie and Tina met, they became best-friends. After their first day of meeting at school in the sixth-grade, they went walking/rolling through the park as they laughed and talked forever. Tina had led Artie to a specific bench as she took her seat and stared down at the flowers surronding her. when Artie had asked her what she was looking at, she shyly stated that yellow lilys were her favorite flowers. The next day Artie wheeled up to her and held out a bouquet of yellow lilys. Tina was sure that was the first time she realized she loved Artie Abrams. Yellow lilys were a frequent occurence throughout their whole relationship; friends to dating. On birthdays, holidays, and as she drew and doodled flowers he would always reach over and color them in with a highlighter or yellow pencil. And after all their fights, specifically stutter-gate and his misoginistic comments, he'd come rolling up with a handful of lilys. And the fact that every time he held up the flowers for her he was wearing his trade-mark yellow gloves, made Tina sure it was a sign that yellow was their special color. Just recently, Tina shyly confided in Artie that she wanted yellow to be the color scheme for their future wedding. He had smiled widely at her and excitedly told her, "I can't wait to see it."

Tina and Artie began, quickly making their way through the catalouge, easily picking cute yellow accessories and neat, white furniture to compliment the bright color. They soon had everything they needed chosen and smiled at eachother.

"That was easy," Tina stated as she took a look around the room. She could already picture the room, and her baby sleeping in the crib sleeping under soft, yellow blankets.

"Yeah it's gonna look great."

"Now, on to the next order of business," Tina said while looking over at Artie with a look that made her seem like she had a specific agenda.

"Wat do you mean?"

"Now we have to talk about how we're going to decorate our room."

"What's wrong with the way it's already decorated?"

"We're going to have to make compromises."

"There is nothing wrong with the way it looks now," Artie declared defiantly.

"Oh really? Well let's go take a look shall we," Tina sat up and flung her legs off the side of the bed as she began to make her way to the room across the hall. As Artie put himself in his chair, he realized this was a fight he should have never begun. He made his way into the room and found Tina observing the bedroom. It was a dark forest green color that Tina found disgusting with chipped, out-dated, dark brown furniture. Tina thought it looked like he hadn't redecorated since he was five. To Tina it looked like a five year old still lived there.

"This all has to change Artie."

"Now look Tina-"

Artie tried to put on his best macho man voice but was cut off by his own fear when Tina shot him an angry glare. He gulped as she put her hands on her hips and slowly made her way over to him.

"Arthur Abrams. I am five and a half months pregnant with your child that kicks all day long. I'll be carrying it for another three and a half months. I'm gaining a billion pounds a day. I probably won't even have time to work it off after I have the baby. Oh and that's another thing! I'll be going through labor that could last for days and try to push a watermelin through my small womanly area! I'm moving in here and I want it to feel like a place we can both enjoy! And we're out of pickles and lemon sorbet! So are you really gonna fight me about this!"

Tina was now inches away from his face with an angry scowl. Artie was crouched down in his chair, even more horrified then the time she yelled at him for his sexist comments or when Sue ranted about them just a few days before.

He gulped and took a deap breath before he timidly replied, "You know, you're right. Change is good. Pick whatever you like sweetie."

She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks hun. I'm going to go order a Sears catalouge. You go buy lemon sorbet and pickles at the store."

As she left humming, Artie sighed a huge breath of relief and talked to himself as he left, "Good save Artie."