"Very cute," I chuckled. Wait... she said 'our babies', I mean she's technically right but I've never thought of it that way.
"Alright well I don't want to take up too much of your time but also are you free tonight?"
"Yeah, I am actually. What's up?"
"I was thinking we could maybe start some online shopping for some stuff? Also, I want to talk about a few things," She spoke, getting quieter with the last sentence.
"Yeah, for sure. Would you want to come to my apartment?"
"Sounds good," I could hear the smile in her voice. "How does seven sound?"
"Perfect. I'll text you my address." We said our goodbyes before hanging up and I grabbed a bottle of water, taking a few sips. I'm excited to start shopping and getting the basics but I'm also a little nervous about her coming over. I'm not embarrassed by my apartment or anything, I love my apartment and I'm proud of it but it's still her coming to my house.
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As I paced back and forth in my apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Billie was coming over, and I wanted everything to be perfect. Even though I had spent hours cleaning earlier, I found myself compulsively wiping down countertops, rearranging pillows, and fussing over every little detail. Was the vase of flowers positioned just right? Did the cushions on the couch look inviting?
I kept glancing at the clock, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves. My mind was in overdrive, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed everything to be flawless. I knew I was being irrational, but I couldn't help myself. I just wanted everything to be perfect for Billie's arrival, as if the state of my apartment somehow reflected what type of parent I'd be.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing thoughts, reminding myself that Billie cared about the babies, not the state of my apartment. But as I continued to clean, my jittery nerves persisted, and I couldn't wait for the doorbell to ring, signalling Billie's arrival and hopefully easing my anxious mind.
Finally, the doorbell chimed, and my heart skipped a beat. I rushed to the door, trying to contain my nerves as I swung it open to reveal Billie standing there with a warm smile. Her presence instantly eased my anxiety, and I looked at her with a shy grin. "Hey Billie," I greeted her, stepping aside.
"Hey," she smiled, stepping inside. I closed the door behind her and I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly she made herself at home, not seeming to mind the minor imperfections that I had been so fixated on.
"I like your place," she told me softly, her eyes wandering around the room. "Cute flowers," she pointed to the bouquet of white flowers I had placed on my kitchen island earlier.
Her simple compliment of expressing genuine appreciation for the effort I had put into my apartment made my heart swell. I blushed, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude wash over me. Billie's calming presence and easygoing demeanour helped to ground me, reminding me that perfection wasn't necessary.
"Um, have a seat, I'll go grab my laptop," I told her. She nodded and I watched her sit down and pull out her phone before I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my Macbook that was sitting on my nightstand.
Soon enough we settled onto the couch, and I opened up Google. I paused for a moment, not sure what I was even supposed to type into Google Search. I turned to her only to see her looking back at me with furrowed brows and a smirk on her lips. "What do I even look up?" I asked, causing her to let out a little laugh.
"Here," she grabbed the laptop from my hands and began typing. "I made a list in my phone of everything that's necessary to buy before the babies arrive," she handed me her phone with the list opened and my eyes widened as the list went on and on, and on, seemingly never-ending.
"Okay, this is insane Billie. I'm sure not everything on this list is necessary.
"I might've gone a little crazy but what can I say? I want my babies to be spoiled," she shrugged her shoulders and I shook my head with a giggle.
"Fair enough," I chuckled.
"So I'd say we start with the big stuff like car seats, cribs, and a stroller," she explained, tilting the laptop screen to show me the few items.
"Yeah, sure," I nodded slowly.
"Also are you planning on breast feeding?" She questioned.
With that question, I suddenly began to feel extremely overwhelmed. I haven't thought this through at all. The only thing I'm sure of is that I wanna protect the little blueberries growing inside of me.
"Um, I haven't really thought that far yet," I answered sheepishly.
"That's okay," she smiled sweetly. It almost seemed as though she was sensing my hesitation. "Everything will be alright, Wren," she placed her hand on top of mine.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "So what was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"
"It can wait," she waved it off.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah of course! Now let's start breaking the bank for our babies!"
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A/N: How's it going? Are we liking this so far?
Also, this is kinda how I picture Wrenley's office but obviously replace the pictures for dance photos and imagine awards on the top shelves.
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Oh also, I need all the baby name suggestions rn please!!
