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Freya couldn’t help but grin at the socks. Hunter was right, they were so adorable. There was something about the size of them that made them so much more appealing. “He says yes.” She chuckled as she took hold of Hunter’s hand, gripping it as if it was her anchor. Which, she supposed, that Hunter was. She spotted miniature tracksuits, and grabbed one, putting it up to the baby. “This looks just like one of mine, we need to get it.” She exclaimed, before throwing it into the cart. She knew the baby was bound to grow out of it soon enough, but it was hard to resist. Soon enough, there were more clothes in the cart than in Freya’s own wardrobe. “We should probably look at furniture now.” She laughed. It still didn’t exactly feel like a reality yet, but at least it didn’t feel quite as scary. Because, really, how could anyone feel worried when looking at the tiny clothes. They seemed to have their own calming vibes, making her think that it wasn’t going to be so bad.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Hunter laughed. “I just realized how much asshole’s parents and caretakers are. Even though babies don’t have any understanding on whether they like something or not, they just choose for them. Imagine being stuck in a body and unable to talk and someone holds the ugliest thing up and everything in you wants to scream that it’s ugly, yet they just smile and say ‘of course, it’s adorable, I can’t wait to put this on you.’ Good thing we both have fantastic smile and he definitely said yes because he thinks it’s cute too.” She leaned into Freya, hoping to lighten the mood a bit more and make this shopping trip relaxing rather than carrying that weight on their shoulders. As the cart began to fill up with clothes, Hunter agreed with her girlfriend’s statement and started to push it along, over to the furniture. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out what exactly he was going to need at this age. “We don’t exactly have a room for him right now, so should we really worry about like, storage yet? We’ll need to make some space in the closet or our dressers for his clothes, but he won’t need that right now, I think. So that’s off the list. Uh, what does that leave us with? A crib and a changing table? No more furniture, yeah? Or am I just completely blanking?” It was at this time that Hunter realized they should have definitely made a list of things they were going to need before even leaving the house. Clearly she missed that mom step.










