.
Day Eight: Shopping
Timeline: Married / Pregnant with Lucy
Jenny Gibbs had just about had it with her recalcitrant husband as they passed the sixteenth crib he had turned his nose up at and vetoed.
"Jethro, tell me one more time that you can build something just like that - "
"I can, Jen," he insisted, folding his arms. He nodded derisively at the piece of furniture. "That's treated oak with a sheen, it's got some detailing in the bars, some whorls, a basic hatch to lower the side - piece of cake."
"I want to buy a nice, fancy crib," she growled at him, crossing her own arms.
"Why?" he demanded. "I can build one."
"Because you already built a goddamn cradle, and you built a rocking horse, and you built a changing table, and I'd like something that goes into the baby's room to be mine," she snapped.
He arched a brow at her.
"You let me build a crib, there's more money for you to spend on blankets and little cute outfits and bears."
"Bears?"
"Yeah, stuffed bears."
"Be original, Jethro, I'm buying her wildebeests."
"Where the hell are you going to find stuffed wildebeests?"
Before she could reply, a sales rep in the store strolled up to them brightly, tied up blonde hair bouncing in a high pony tail.
"Is there anything I can help you folks with?" she asked sweetly, her nose scrunched up adorably.
"Folks?" Jenny asked, just loud enough for the girl to hear.
"Y'all lookin' to get the perfect sleeper for the little critter?"
Jenny stared at the woman, baffled, and Gibbs tried not to laugh at the accent and the over-eager manner. Jenny shook her head slightly.
"How old are you?" she asked finally.
The woman blinked, startled.
"You don't even look old enough to have a baby," Jenny went on.
Gibbs rested his hand on her arm.
"Jen," he muttered, a little taken aback.
"Jethro, she's like five years old."
"I'm twenty-seven, ma'am, and I can show you the best crib in Virginia!"
"Ma'am?"
Gibbs groaned silently and pulled Jenny back a little, inclining his head apologetically at the sales rep.
"We're fine on our own," he said loudly, marching Jenny towards an aisle with feeding supplies and cute child-proofing locks. "Jesus, Jen," he muttered.
"I can't buy a crib from someone who looks like she got out of one two days ago!" Jenny whined.
"We're goin' home," Gibbs decided.
"No," she growled pointedly. "We came to do some quality baby shopping, and I intend to go home with a crib - "
"You start harassin' employees, we go home," Gibbs interrupted, slinging his arm around her firmly and leading her away from all the stuff - it was getting to her head, anyway. "I can build you a crib," he reiterated.
She was silent for a moment, and he thought she might be warming to the idea - but then she snorted in a typical Jenny-ish way and puckered her lips, shrugging his arm off and stalking away.
"You can sleep in it, too," she snarked.
-alexandra