Bath Bomb Appreciation, Love Nest: Write about a mother "nesting" in preparation of a new baby

Buttons: "You're doing it wrong.", radio

Insane House Competition: Scorose

365 Prompts Challenge: "I want pancakes. Get to it."

Sticker Challenge, Sapphire: wisdom

Word Count: 590

Rose knows that Scorpius is trying to help. His intentions are good, and she just smile and let him do his thing. Unfortunately, she can't. "You're doing it wrong," she says.

Scorpius looks up from the pile of baby clothes he's been steadily folding. "I'm… What? There isn't a wrong way to fold clothes."

"There is," Rose assures him.

At least, she thinks there is. Maybe not. All she knows is that as her due date draws closer, she feels an unshakable urge to clean and prepare the nursery and make sure everything is perfect. Her mother calls it nesting, but Rose hates the term. She isn't a bloody bird.

"Care to share some wisdom, then?" her husband asks, awkwardly tossing the yellow onesie from hand to hand as though he suddenly doesn't know what to do with it. "I want to help."

"I want pancakes," she says, rubbing her swollen, pregnant belly. "Get to it, and leave the nursery to me."

Scorpius looks like he wants to argue, but he simply shrugs. "Fine. But if you need help…"

"I don't," she assures him.

He pecks her cheek gently before heading out. A moment later, she hears the cabinet doors open down the hall, and she grins. Maybe he can't help her in the nursery, but he can make her day a little brighter elsewhere.

Rose turns her attention back to the nursery. To the untrained eye, it probably looks perfect. Rose, however, can see a million things that need to be done before the month is over and baby Brutus is born.

Her fingers move over the radio, and she ponders. Should it be there? Brutus won't be able to do anything with it, but she's heard that music is good for a baby's development.

A groan escapes her lips. There are so many things to do, so many decisions to make, and she feels like she's in over her head.

She decides to leave the radio for now. There's plenty of time to change her mind, and there are more pressing matters to tend to. She arranges the small collection of stuffed animals for the hundredth time that week. The arrangement still looks off, and it's becoming more frustrating. Everything has to be perfect for her perfect boy.

Rose easily loses track of time as she fusses with every little thing. The blanket in the cot isn't positioned just right. Everyday clothes should be separate from clothes to be worn for special occasions. There's just a bit too much dust on the bookshelf.

She barely even notices the soft footsteps. "Rosie? Pancakes are ready," Scorpius announces.

Rose has lost her excitement over her favorite sweet treat. Now, she's so overwhelmed, and it feels like she isn't any closer to having the nursery ready.

Her husband rests a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Come on. They're getting cold."

She shakes her head. "How can I eat when there's so much to do?" she asks, a slight whine in her voice.

Scorpius chuckles and wraps an arm around her, holding her closer. "We'll figure it out," he says, kissing her cheek. "Emphasis on we."

A small, almost smile tugs at her lips. She's been so stubborn lately. Well, more stubborn than usual. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let Scorpius help.

"I'll even let you call the shots," he adds with another soft kiss. "Deal?"

Rose wraps her arms around him, her smile broadening to a grin. "Deal. Pancakes now, work later."

"Now that is a philosophy I can believe in."