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"Look at the cute outfit, Seb. Our baby would look adorable in it."
Sebastian sighed impatiently. "Are we done yet? We've been at the mall for two hours."
"Really, Seb? Whining? I never would have thought that the great Sebastian Smythe would stoop so low as to actually whine."
Okay, so sarcastic irritable Blaine had decided to make an appearance. Sebastian knew he should have been more into this whole baby stuff thing but he found cooing over clothes a little ridiculous. "I'm sorry, Babe, but how many onesies can you actually look at? They're the same, just different colors or patterns. Besides, it's not like the baby is going to care. All he or she will do is vomit all over them."
Blaine put down the outfit he had been cooing over and turned to face his fiance. He let his hands drift to cradle the small baby bump now making an appearance. "Do you want our baby to be dressed in rags?" he asked archly, a frown marring his features.
"No, Baby. I just don't see what all the fuss is about."
Blaine sighed, turning away and moving over to a table of folded shirts and pants. Sebastian followed. "We aren't shopping, Seb, we're putting together a gift registry for our friends and family. Coincidentally, at the insistence of your mother."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, wondering yet again at some of the idiotic ideas his mother pushed on them. "Couldn't we just give them each a receipt of stuff we bought? We could pretend surprise at the baby shower."
"Seb, we are not pretending anything. This is our first born. I thought you'd be more supportive of this."
"I'm sorry, Love, but it seems ridiculous that we pick out the stuff you want, register it and someone else buys it. Besides, the baby will outgrow this stuff in months."
"You could at least make an effort, Seb. Don't you want us to do this all together?" Blaine's lip began to quiver.
Great, now he's pulled out the lip. Damn hormones. Sighing, Sebastian moved a few paces away. "Yeah, Baby, alright, just don't cry." He turned and wandered further into the baby department slightly stunned at the sheer volume of stuff you could buy.
After wandering a few paces, his eyes fell to a t-shirt with the words "I Heart Papa" stamped across the chest. He smiled to himself, letting his imagination wander into an image of Blaine holding their baby, who was reaching for him with a squealed "Papa!Papa!". Shaking himself from his thoughts, he glanced suspiciously over his shoulder at Blaine to see if the other man had noticed his sudden interest in the baby gear. Noting his fiance's preoccupation with the baby carriers, he pulled the t-shirt from the rack and draped it over his arm, secretly telling himself that he would just add it to the gift registry to make Blaine happy.
He let his eyes trail further into the department, and noted with some interest a shelving unit with stuffed toys. Wandering over, a stuffed purple giraffe caught his eye. He knew it would look great in the nursery he and Blaine had begun planning, and once again making sure his boyfriend wasn't paying any attention to the fact that Sebastian was getting involved in the baby items, he pulled it off the shelf to add to the t-shirt already draped over his arm.
Glancing over to ensure Blaine was still preoccuppied, he wandered further down the aisle, his eyes falling to a pale blue blanket with dancing animals. Okay, so that was pretty damn cute, he thought to himself, pulling it off the shelf. And it will go great with the giraffe.
A bag of socks caught his eye and he moved over to the display, secretly melting over the small feet that would eventually fill them. Unable to decide on a color, he grabbed a few random packages and added them to his slowly growing pile of stuff.
He moved over to the bibs next, and spent a few minutes quietly cooing to himself over some of the messages and images they contained. Sebastian was no longer even bothering to check on Blaine's progressed, enchanted by all the cute baby items he found.
He was paying for his purchases, not even flinching at the five hundred dollars of pure stuff he had accumulated when Blaine came over. Glancing down at the bags littered around Sebastian's feet, Blaine sighed.
"Seb, we were suppose to work on the registry, not buy stuff."
"But, Babe, you should this t-shirt I found for the baby," Sebastian protested, starting to dig through his bags. "It's perfect and I know I want the baby to call me Papa. Oh! And then I found this purple giraffe that I knew would be perfect for the nursery, and of course our baby needs a blanket - " He was interrupted by Blaine's laugh. Frowning he looked up from his search. "Why are you laughing?"
"You've got the bug," Blaine grinned, indicating the multitude of bags.
"Bug?"
"Yeah, the Baby Bug. I thought you found this frivolous and boring."
"Yeah, well, the stuff was too cute to pass up." Sebastian defended. It took him a minute to register what he had said, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Seb," Blaine grinned, patting his hand. "I won't tell anyone." He winked at his fiance and headed for the door, already dialing a number on his cellphone.
"Hi, Coop? You won't guess how crazy Seb just went in the baby department at the mall."
Scandalized, Sebastian grabbed his bags and chased after Blaine. "Blaine? Blaine! You said you wouldn't tell!" he cried as he followed the other man from the store, hearing Blaine laugh as Cooper reacted to Sebastian Smythe cooing over baby stuff. He sighed, knowing it would be a long time before he managed to live this down. At least he knew that his interest had made Blaine happy if the grin was any indication once Blaine got off the phone and looped their hands together.
"I love you, Seb," he murmurred quietly as they passed through the mall on the way to the car. "Thank you."
Sebastian just smiled in return and swooped in for a kiss. At least he knew their baby would be well dressed; he had picked out a bunch of stuff himself.