arielthelionhearted
“Well, you’ve been told correctly! There’s about a thousand things to do, and that’s apparently just for the first few months.” she said, and couldn’t help but smile when she saw him smile at her.
She tucked into his side more comfortable when he sat down next to her, and rested her head on his shoulder. “No. We haven’t gotten to that part yet. But Carlotta’s been talking about ‘baby booties’ and she only just showed me what they were.” she reached over to the small box on the small bench, removing the lid to pull out a tiny pair of shoes in a cream shade and an even softer, smaller pair in the color of custard that was knitted to fit the baby during its first months.
“Look.” She had the most endeared expression as she held them up for her husband to see. “They’re so cute. And small. And cute. And soft. And cute.” Did she mention they were cute? Because they were really cute.
They were cute. Adorably so. Impossibly more so when he imagined them on the feet of their child, little legs kicking strongly, defiantly, cutely, in the air with the baby booties wrapped around their feet.
Eric held out his free hand to take the booties, the material soft to the touch. “I think you forgot to mention cute,” he said teasingly, though his eyes were still on the booties. He managed to slip one on each finger and turned it over so that he ‘walked’ up the curve of her belly.
“Did you know,” he cooed to her belly, “that you’re going to be the best dressed, cutest, most adorable baby? And you have your mom to thank.” For several reasons. Eric was of the firm opinion that Ariel was the much more attractive one between the two of them.
