Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #296
“But where are the gender neutral products?” Dani made an outburst, groaning and slumping down on the handlebar of her shopping cart, “This place is a nauseating combination of blues and pinks and terribly dull colors like yellow!” She turned a baleful eye on her companion.
“Yellow probably is their response to gender neutrality,” Rachel responded calmly. Personally, she agreed with Dani - most of the yellow was too bright and rather dreadful - but she enjoyed seeing Dani’s dramatic side. “Along with pastels, you’re just going to have to wade through it.”
Dani raised her chin up into the air. “As the first of your child’s other mothers, I decree that no pastels are going to cross our nursery’s threshold. Natural colors. That’s all that’s going to touch our baby.” Glancing at Rachel from the corner of her eye, she grinned at the long-suffering look she gave her. “What?”
Reaching out to pat Dani’s shoulder, strengthening her grip and sliding her hand down her back, Rachel stifled a laugh, shaking her head. “Get off that cart, hun. We have a lot of shopping to do.”
Grinning, Dani pressed a hard, quick kiss to Rachel’s forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Alright!” She straightened, waving her hand in front of them, “Lead on.”
But Rachel smiled, shaking her head. “You go ahead. I want to look over my list again.” And, smile only softening as Dani nodded, agreeing, pushing the cart before her as if a shield against the rampant pastels, Rachel looked down, her hand resting on her barely noticeable baby bump. “I promise some yellows,” she whispered conspiratorially, “Like me, I know you’re going to love the color.”
Santana, frazzled and frustrated by one of Gunther’s last minute changes to her schedule, met them in the baby bottle aisle. “We are not giving our child a Frozen bottle,” she snapped, taking the bottle Rachel had been looking at out of her hand, “Do you want our child to blame trolls for everything?”
“If you’re referencing internet spawn or fairy tale creatures, either way, I would hope our child will have more sense than that,” Rachel frowned at her, already quite versed in her girlfriend’s Frozen conspiracy theory; making at taking the bottle back, her frown deepened when Santana only moved it further away, putting it back on the shelf. “Santana.”
“Nuh-uh.” Santana shook her head, turning to look at the available bottles in front of her. “No me gusta. Here...” She scanned the shelf, ‘ahah!’ing and pulling off one, presenting it to Rachel, “Neutral, solid, and most importantly of all, badass.”
Dani popped up from behind Rachel’s shoulder. “Oh, hey, Winnie the Pooh!”
“Winnie the Pooh is badass, now?” Rachel asked archly, unable to stop a smirk from crossing her face, hands planted on her hips. Santana was ridiculous, often in the best ways, but this one, she truly didn’t understand.
Santana’s dimples popped up, and she pivoted, sliding her hands onto Rachel’s and pulling them forward, off her hips, fingers wrapping around hers. “It’s because the mini-Berry, our child,” she grinned, leading Rachel into her arms, squeezing her, “Will obviously make it badass.”