• Never Grow Up •

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Finally, Ayden was starting to show. Nobody had been believing it when the news spread that she and Cal were expecting, but, now, her swelling stomach was proof enough for anyone. Her jeans were getting tighter and her shirts were beginning to bulge; and it was absolutely wonderful. She couldn't help staring at herself in the mirror some days, hands on her belly as she just thought about it all. This was actually happening for her. She and Cal were married, and they were going to have a baby in a few months' time. If she wouldn't have known better, Ayden would've said she'd died and gone to heaven.

But, other than the major makeover her closet would be getting, there were other things to do around their cozy apartment. Like baby-proofing. It wasn't too different from dog-proofing, which they'd had to do when Kimmie popped up, so the task wasn't too daunting to Ayden. Transforming a bedroom, however, was a totally different subject. Ayden had, reluctantly, given up her bedroom for the nursery, knowing that it was the smaller of the two. Cal had gotten the bigger one because it'd double as his studio, which she had no trouble with, but now it'd be a shared bedroom and his man cave all in one. And she still had to finish packing up all her clothes from the closet. It'd be worth it in the end though, knowing that right across the hall a little version of her and Cal would be sleeping soundly. It would be worth it. Yeah. They'd been discussing color schemes and room themes and all sorts of other things for the already primed walls. Ayden had stared in horror as her beautiful room was painted a plain white and she was dying to get something back on the walls in there. It was eerie walking into an empty space where just last week she'd been snuggled up on her bed with Caleb.

She had sent him out earlier to pick up paint, knowing he was the color-coordinated one and the one pretty much in charge of this re-vamp. Ayden herself was just there to help out, though she doubted he'd even let her do that. Ever since she'd told him she was pregnant, he hadn't been letting her do a lot of anything. Not that she was complaining, of course. While she waited, she did some dishes and tidied up around the apartment, something totally new to her. If she'd be the one home for awhile after the kid arrived, she wanted to at least get used to playing housewife. Though, the cooking would still be Cal's unofficial job. Ayden just couldn't master it.

She finished putting away dried plates and silverware, smiling to herself as she heard the door open. Ayden heaved herself up off the floor, bashing the back of her head against the still-opened cupboard door. "Ow! Dammit," she cursed, slamming the thing shut and rubbing her head. Only she would be klutzy enough to do that.

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 533!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

It was all still a bit of a shock. There wasn’t much time between one milestone and the next. It seemed like one minute he’d been confessing his love, then next they were legally married and the minute after that, they were expecting. There was barely enough time to process before they were rearranging rooms, painting and starting to baby proof so they’d have time to get used to it before the baby arrived. Logically, Cal knew the little bundle wouldn’t be getting into any trouble until he or she was older, but he wanted to be careful and prepared. He was excited, but seriously nervous; even more nervous than his interview at the fashion house he’d be interning at while getting his feet wet in the industry. He didn’t want to stay at there forever, just long enough to build up his own clients and go from there.

Of course, that was probably going to have to be put on the back burner until things at home settled down and they figured out how to work everything together. It was a bit of a daunting experience, but it was nothing they couldn’t handle. And with that in mind, Caleb had left for paint supplies. He knew how much it killed Ayden to see her room as white as fresh fallen snow. It hadn’t been that colour since they moved in and painted the entire apartment. And it seemed like he’d been at the store forever, but since they didn’t know what they were having, it was sort of a challenge picking out colours; not that colours mattered anymore. As long as it wasn’t specifically blue or pink, nearly everything else was fair game.

He finally settled, after talking to an associate and looking through some idea books. And finally, he had the paint in the backseat of their car and he was driving back home in the usual New York traffic. He’d already been gone a while and didn’t want anything to happen while he wasn’t there. Ever since Ayden told him, he’d turned into some sort of worrisome person. He knew his little fire would be alright without him for a couple hours, but it was killing him to be away. The drive seemed longer than the time he’d spent at the paint store, but he finally pulled into the parking lot and within minutes was in the building and racing up to their apartment with all the paint and bags in hand.

He’d just barely had the door kicked shut when he heard Ayden’s voice coming from the kitchen. He chuckled, she’d gone and gotten herself hurt again, he was sure. He was worrisome, so long as he wasn’t in the house with her. In the house was a different story, he tended to laugh first, ask questions second. He set down everything that was weighing him down and headed straight for the kitchen. “What did you do this time,” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to wipe the grin from his face.

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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden was beginning to be comfortable with the idea of being pregnant. After all, this baby was one more physical proof of her and Cal's love for each other, though some may not see it in that light. They would call it "irresponsible" or "just plain stupid." But, Ayden wouldn't. She'd call it a miracle. This baby would be great for the couple. It'd bring them together more, make them stronger in new ways. Yes, the tiny human being growing inside of her was a miracle, not a curse. And, finally, Mrs. Turner was starting to understand that.

She hadn't told her parents yet. Or, well, she wasn't planning on doing it for awhile. Ayden was still on shaky grounds with them, and the unapproved, surprise marriage wasn't helping matters much. But, it didn't bother her now, not as much as it had in the beginning. She had a loving husband now, and was soon to have a family of her own. There was no room in her life for her parents bickering, scolding, and all around stress. Ayden was taking her life back into her own hands, no matter what they said. And, man, was she cherishing every second of it.

After Ayden had finished shoving the various bowls into their cabinet underneath the counter, she'd completely forgotten about the still-open cupboard door. She may not have been blonde, but, sometimes, she felt like she should've been. Her head smarted from where it'd collided with the wood, a few more unlady-like words falling out under her breath. Maybe housewife wasn't such a safe job afterall.

She stuck her tongue out at Cal as he stood in the doorway. He knew her too well, as was made obvious by the grin spreading across his face. If she was really hurt, there would've been much more cursing and a lot less laughing. "Absolutely nothing, as far as you're concerned," she answered, going over to him and kissing him lightly. Arms around his neck, she cuddled closer against his chest, laughing as her tiny baby-bump kept her from pressing her entire frame into his warmer one. "I'm getting bigger every day," she sighed jokingly, turning her eyes past him to the mound of... things by the door. Ayden's face lit up as the questions sped past her lips. "Did you get everything you needed? When are we starting? What color did you choose?"

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 435!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Caleb didn’t care what anyone thought about them. He didn’t care if people thought they were too young to be married, if they were too young to start a family of their own. It wasn’t any of their business and Caleb hadn’t asked for their opinion on the matter either. Though he was sure it was Ayden who’d been taking it all just a little bit tougher than he was. With everything that had happened with her parents this was yet another milestone in their daughter’s life that they wouldn’t be a part of. But they still had Caleb’s parents and his grandfather, who’d called him on the drive home. He hadn’t answered, and the elder Caleb Turner had left a message so his grandson could call him back whenever he got the chance; which he would. Caleb thought, perhaps it was just him letting them know he’d be in New York on business or something and would want to do dinner; see them.

Cal’s laughter grew louder as he shook his head. “Only you,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her while she met him. As soon as she was within reach, he had his arms around her waist and held her as closely as he could; which was getting farther and farther every day it seemed. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she joked about her size. “More beautiful every day, too,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He craned his neck to check out the small mountain of painting supplies on the floor. There were plenty of things there; it was whether or not they needed it all that was the question.

“Whoa! Slow down, babe. Patience is a virtue you’re going to have to learn pretty soon, Little Fire,” Cal said, laughing at his darling, hyperactive wife. “I think I got it all, we can start whenever we've both changed into some grunge clothes, and lastly, you’ll have to wait and see what I’ve picked out,” he said, untangling himself from the beautiful brunette in his arms. He went back to the bags and paint cans he’d brought up and dug around until he found the small blue and white giraffe he’d seen in a store window and just had to buy. “I did get a little something not on the list,” he said, bringing the stuffed toy back for Ayden to see for herself. He’d seen it and just couldn’t help himself; he’d just had to buy it.

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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden had plenty of family, and growing family, to keep her busy and happy. Cal's parents and grandfather were like her second family, though they were technically related by law now. But, even before she'd become a Turner, they'd always welcomed her and made her feel right at home. Sometimes when she was younger, she'd longed for the comfortable atmosphere of his house rather than her own. It payed to grow up with the man you married; being accepted by the family was a snap. Even now when she was fighting with her parents, his never failed to be there. They'd been overjoyed at the news of the "shotgun" wedding, making Ayden feel just a bit of guilt for not including the loving couple in the ceremony. But, there had been no real way; and she hadn't wanted a big deal made of it. Her custom made dress was enough for her, and the people down at city hall had been kinder than a pastor or church yard. Though she and Cal were hardly doing things strictly by the book, they were doing it perfectly. At least, that's how she saw it.

Her own light laughter grew as Cal's did, a wide smile on her lips. Ayden cuddled close in his arms, one hand on the little bump that was getting rounder and larger by the day. She was due for another doctor's apointment soon enough, which was going to be an ordeal in itself. The last time she'd been there, they'd said it was sure to be an awfully big child, but, she was beginning to think there had to be more than one thing tugging on her lower abdomen. It was just so dang heavy! "You're only saying that because you have to," she teased, but kissed his cheek in thanks for the compliment. Ayden felt more clumsy and bulky than beautiful, though she wouldn't remind Cal of that. It'd probably only make him worry more.

"You're the patient one; I'm the one who gets to yell and scream," she replied, nuzzling his neck softly. Ayden smirked playfully up at him, "Do I get to borrow clothes?" Her own were getting too tight to be comfortable in, especially those skinny jeans and fitted shirts. And, she always stole his clothes for her "comfy days," even when she wasn't pregnant. "That's so not fair!" she pouted after him as he told her he'd have to wait. Ayden was anxious to see what he'd picked out. Plus, she wanted to see what would become of her precious bedroom; well, er, the new nursery. She trotted after him, unable to stop a laugh as he pulled out a little stuffed animal. "Somebody's rooting for a boy," she teased at first, taking the soft giraffe and smiling fondly down at it. "It's adorable, Cal." Ayden reached up to kiss him, smile still brightening up her entire face.

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 537!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Cal hadn’t told his parent’s about the good news they had; he hadn’t told them about the baby. They were supposed to be coming for a visit, though he hadn’t heard lately if they were really coming or not. And since they’d both been invited to dinner with his grandfather, he hadn’t mentioned it to him either; better to surprise the old man with the news of a great-grand son or daughter in person than over the phone. His parents, he hadn’t wanted to tell them over the phone, it seemed too impersonal, for such personal news. They had taken the news of Cal and Ayden’s marriage as if they’d known it was bound to happen eventually. They were happy, of course, ecstatic that Ayden was becoming a legal part of their family and not just the daughter they’d never had.

Cal shook his head, looking at Ayden intently, all the love he felt for her and the child she carried, in his eyes mixed with laughter. “Well, yes, I do but I also happen to mean it. You look more beautiful every time I look at you,” he told her, leaning closer after her quick peck to place one of his own on her forehead. Cal shrugged. It was already starting to look like he’d be the good cop, and Ayden would play bad cop for their little one. He had the patience, she had the quick fire temper that meant her parent’s had named her rather perfectly. “I think I’ll like playing good cop,” He said, thoughtfully, thinking about it more. It would be fun, being the one that didn’t flip out over every little thing. Ayden would blow a gasket if their baby failed a test, or skipped class. Cal would be the one asking for answers about it, honesty. If that made him naïve at the moment about children, he didn’t care. Hell, he had no experience with this; everything was going to be a first time.

Caleb looked at Ayden with a bland look on his face. “What else were you going to wear? Your own clothes? Ha! Do you even own any anymore?” he asked, joking. She’d been stealing his clothes for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t about to tell his now wife that she could steal his clothes like she always did. He loved her too much to see that pout. “I don’t care what we have. Just that that baby is ours is enough for me,” he said honestly. “And that was the only giraffe there. They had elephants and monkey’s but I liked this little guy better,” he added, running his hand down Ayden’s arm.

Cal smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her again, just because he could. After a minute, Cal took a step back and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Ayden’s growing stomach. While he was bent at the waist, he turned and picked up the things before straightening himself out again. “Alright, go get some clothes on while I put this in the room and set up,” he said, thinking as soon as he dropped these things on the floor, he was going straight to their room to change out of his clothes; especially the nerdy sweater he loved so much.

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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden was picturing what their little darling was going to look like. She wanted a boy, of course, though she wouldn't admit it. Having a tiny Cal running around would be so perfect, and she had no idea how she'd handle a daughter. Even if she was the mom, she'd be the overprotective, very close to insanely protective, parent that'd hardly let the baby girl out of her sight. With a boy, it'd be easier for her to bond and enjoy and not keep on a leash. Plus, she didn't know anything about what growing girls liked; she'd always been too much of a tomboy for the traditional dolls, pink bows, and ribbons in curls. Thank gosh she had Cal, who she knew would be more than happy to assit in all fashion areas a girl would involve. Ayden, well, she'd dress the kid in mini-basketball shorts and graphic tees if she could. It'd be so much simpler.

One soft hand touched Cal's cheek gently as his eyes gazed down into hers. She loved him, and she could see it returned crystal clear in his tell-tale eyes. A faint blush painted her face, but she ignored it and reached up to kiss him after his lips found her forehead. "I love you, Caleb Turner," she smiled happily, fingers running through his hair before resting on his chest. It was moments like these that reminded Ayden why she loved him; he was almost too good to be true. But he was hers, all hers, and it seemed like he always had been, just like she'd been for him. No matter how many boyfriends she'd had, Cal was the one she'd wanted to see and lounge with on a couch. And, now, it was going to be the rest of their lives, just the two of them. Well, plus whatever family they created along the way. "You're too soft to play bad cop, anyways," she teased jokingly, shaking her head at him. When it came down to it, Ayden knew she'd be the one doing the discipline or punishment; Cal was too kind-hearted for that job.

"None of them fit anymore, thank you very much!" she answered, hitting him lightly and grinning the whole time. "And, it's the least you can do. You don't want to squish your child behind tight skinny jeans and even tighter shirts, do you?" Ayden knew he was kidding, but, she was going to need to go shopping soon unless she wanted to walk around in his clothes for the next few months. Which, she wouldn't have minded, but she was sure it'd look susicious to everyone else outside their household. Ayden's face softened and she couldn't help kissing him once again after his words. "I'm sure the baby will just love it," she whispered, hugging the stuffed toy close. It was hard to believe that in a mere few moths, this toy would be sleeping next to a tiny baby - her and Cal's baby.

Once Cal stepped back, Ayden took off for their bedroom, stripping out of her clothes and tossing them to "her" side of the room. Already, it was obvious she'd moved in; the place was quite messy. At least what part was labeled hers was. She left her bra and panties on, walking over to his dresser and digging through the doors for something acceptable to wear. She didn't know what he'd be willing to sacrifice, but it didn't stop her from burrowing into the tees and sweats in search of... something.

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 644!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

He didn’t care what they had, but he was secretly hoping for a girl as much as he knew Ayden wanted a boy. The two of them were stubborn to the core. But if they had a boy, Caleb would be just as happy, really. And it would give him a reason to start working on boy’s clothing. He hadn’t tried it before, liking the fabrics and silhouette of women’s clothing better. But with a son, he’d have an excuse to really try it out, and see how he fared with it; probably not good, but that wouldn’t matter. “I love you, too, Ayden Turner,” he said with a quick grin. He loved saying it as much as she loved hearing it.

Caleb smiled, knowing she was right. He was just a teddy bear, there was no way he’d ever be able to punish their kids. He’d be the one sitting there, sneaking in treats and playing video games with them, while their mother shook her head and pointed to their rooms. He would definitely be the more lenient one of the two. “You’re right I am. Just call me Teddy,” he said, laughing. “Hey, maybe I’ll get a teddy bear tattooed somewhere,” he added, amused. He already had so many, it was a wonder he could still find space for more. But for now, he was done. When the baby was born, he was going to get his, or her name tattooed… somewhere; he just wasn’t sure where yet.

Caleb laughed, shaking his head. There was always a clothing crisis. “Then I guess a shopping trip is in order!” he said, sounding as excited about it as he could. For himself, he didn’t like shopping much. He went in to the store, picked what he liked in his size, paid and left. There was no trying it on, in twenty six different colours. There was no sixteen different stores; in his case, just six or so. “And if it leaves them with a fondness for skinny jeans, I might be okay with it,” he said, smirking. It was nice to know that with all the stress of rearranging the rooms, redecorating one and baby-proofing and entire apartment, they could still joke around and act as sarcastic as they wanted.

“I think so, too,” he said, smiling. He didn’t think buying little things like the giraffe would be something he’d enjoy so much. But when he’d seen it in the window of the shop, the need to buy it just took hold, so he did what any first time father-to-be would; he bought it. It was already obvious that this kid was going to be spoiled rotten. As soon as he got in the nursery, Caleb went through everything he’d picked up, sorting it out so it would be easier when they started. He’d bought masks, so they wouldn’t breathe in all the fumes. Ayden was helping with the painting and such and the chemical fumes would be especially bad for her. But try as he might to talk her out of it, he married one hell of a stubborn woman.

Now all they had to do was put down the drop clothes and pour the paint! With everything sorted, Caleb walked across the hall to find his barely dressed wife, digging through his drawers. The smirk he had, rarely left his face these days and it was present right then as well. “You know my sweats are in the bottom drawer, right?” he asked, chuckling. He’d moved everything around when spring started to make an appearance. He didn’t want to toss all his sweats and things in a box labeled winter when the chances of him, or more accurately Ayden digging out a pair to lounge in were pretty high. He stepped over to the dresser and crouched down to open the bottom drawer. She was in his shirt drawer now. He pulled out two pairs of grey sweaters before closing the door and standing up. He didn’t care what she grabbed, if it got ruined, he’d buy a new shirt if he could get the paint out.

“Just grab a couple shirts and be done with it, Little Fire” he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before moving over to the bed. He tossed the sweats down and stripped out of his jeans, sweater and band tee. It was a fairly new one, so he wasn’t ready to get it dirty just yet. He set his things on the bed in a small pile. If he had to run out again for whatever reason, he wasn’t going out in paint splattered sweats and with his clothes right there on the bed it would be a quick change.

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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden was still getting used to the name change she'd recently gone through. She'd always joked that she should just be adopted by his parents and take their last name for how much she lived at their house, but, now, she really shared it with him and his entire family. It was strange for her now to remember she was no longer "Miss Steele." She was, and forever would be, "Mrs. Caleb Turner." The week after they'd been married, she'd gone into the school office and officially had it changed on her records. The office ladies had congratulated her, smiled, and happily adjusted the files, but Ayden hadn't processed it yet. When the professor had lain out an attendence sheet, she almost went to tell him her name wasn't on it when she didn't see "STEELE, Ayden" listed anywhere. Then, it dawned on her. She was no longer a Steele.

She rolled her eyes as Cal admitted she was right. Ayden knew she was, but it felt good to hear him say it. "That name just might stick," she teased as he joked about being nicknamed Teddy. "My Teddy Bear," she whispered, kissing him once again and running her fingers through his hair. They were interesting, the way they went back and forth all the time. But, it was understandable with how long they'd known each other. It wasn't hard for Ayden to play around with Cal and simply enjoy herself, especially not now that they were married. Everything felt like it was out in the open now. There was no holding anything back; they could kiss each other and goof off and not have to worry about a thing. They were together, and that was all that mattered these days.

"You sure you can endure a whole one?" Ayden asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Rarely did he come with her went she went for mall raids, but she figured he'd like this one. Shopping for clothes when you were expecting a baby was a lot more interesting than shopping for regular clothes. Plus, they could probably check out some baby clothes while they roamed the stores, too. Ayden laughed, pecking his cheek,"That'll be hard-wired into the DNA between the two of us."

Ayden was not going to let Cal do all the hard work by himself. She'd be damned if she'd be sitting on the couch sipping tea while he toiled away in their baby's room; it just didn't seem fair, even if she was constantly lugging around a child. It felt wrong to be lounging around while he had to do everything, even if he insisted that she take it easy. Her stubborn nature wouldn't allow her anything less than to be doing it all right along side him, and she'd only pester him until he allowed her to.

A frustrated growl rumbled in her throat as she continued to dig through Cal's drawers. Why did he always have to rearrange these things?! "You move them so much, I wouldn't be surprised if they were on Mars," she answered, turning around to face him. Ayden put her hands on her hips defensively, trying not to laugh as she looked at him. She bent over and plucked out two shirts, standing up and resting one hand on her baby-bump as she walked over to the bed. The bump was only starting to show, but it was obvious on her usually trim body. It made her smile every time she looked at it and it was impossible to keep from placing her hand there to make sure it was actually real. Ayden slipped into the sweats and shirt she'd pulled out, grabbing a hair tie to pull the tee back with. She adjusted it on her hips, turning to smile at him and kiss him once more. "You ready to get this over with?" she laughed, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze as she pulled him back towards the nursery.

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LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 716!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Ayden had always felt like she was a part of his family. Ever since they met when they were practically still babies, the two were inseparable. His mother always joked that they’d been married since the day they met, and when Cal had realized his feelings for Ayden weren’t the proper platonic kind, he’d wished his mother had be right. Of course, you could never tell that woman that, she’d hold that over you until she found something better; and the woman had a memory sharp as a whip. So when they’d really, truly gotten married, Caleb felt like everything was so right and natural; and it seemed like nothing at all changed really. Their relationship was different, with words and casual touches, but the rest was the same. And Vivian Turner practically danced around cheering and yelling with excitement and ‘I told you so’s’ when they’d told her the news of their marriage.

He hoped it would be the same when they told his parents about the baby. It seemed like their visit was so far away even though it would be coming up soon if they were actually visiting anyway. They said they would when they found out about their new status, but apparently that was easier said than done with his mother. Her shop meant a lot to her and leaving it in the capable hands of anyone was difficult for her; the store was like another child. Only this one she couldn’t say “see you later” and literally kick his ass out the door; which his mother had done on countless occasions as more joke than actual meaning. Cal ran his fingers through his messy hair. He should probably get a hair cut soon, just a trim though; he liked his longer, hippy-ish style.

Cal cringed, jokingly. “Let’s hope it doesn’t,” he said, with a quick grin. “I don’t think it would be good for my reputation as a designer.” He was kidding of course. He wasn’t the type of person to take what others thought about him personally. What they thought of his work, if they were proper critics, he did care about. Criticism was always welcome, how else was an artist to grow? Cal ran his hands over Ayden’s back before resting them at her waist. “Yours and this little monster only,” he said teasing, running the fingers of one hand across her growing stomach. She was just starting to show, but she was so slight, that it seemed like she was so much farther along. He loved running his hand over her stomach though, and knowing that a little tiny person they’d created together was growing in there, waiting to meet them when he or she was damn well good and ready.

Caleb wanted to roll his eyes, he really did. He didn’t hate shopping, necessarily; he just wasn’t fond of the hours upon hours it took to find the perfect shirt to go with a pair of skinny jeans that would go with everything. Besides the fact that he was a designer and would much rather be sitting in front of a sewing machine or drawing boards creating something for Ayden to wear. Though he could really complain when he went shopping himself, even if for some crazy reason he thought it was foolish to spend a small fortune on some clothing that everyone would be wearing when you could walk around in an original, one of a kind shirt or outfit. If he designed men’s clothes, he probably wouldn’t shop around either, just pick up the fabrics he wanted. “I suppose I could endure just this one,” he said, kissing Ayden playfully, “Besides, after this, I may need to pick up some things.”

“It would be hard to get to them if they were on Mars. You wouldn’t be able to reach them,” he said with a smirk. “Besides, I don’t think NASA would let us up there every time you wanted a pair sweats to lounge around in.” Caleb shook his head before tugging on the t-shirt Ayden had brought over with her and waited while she yanked on the exchanged clothing and fixed the shirt so it wasn’t so baggy. Cal stood and was willingly dragged across the hall to the new nursery. “Even if I wasn’t I’m already here!” he said joking, bringing their entwined hands to his lips before letting go completely and crouching down for the painter’s tape and masks. He knew asking Ayden to sit out while he painted and redid her old bedroom would be insanity. So, instead, he’d picked up masks so they wouldn’t inhale as much if any of the fumes while they were in there painting. He couldn’t stop her, but he could prevent any harm to her and their baby. And, so she wouldn’t be alone, he would wear one as well. If she was going to look silly, they both were.

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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Every pamphlet, every website, every blog; Ayden had read it. She'd spent the weekend curled up with a few parenting books and a bag of chocolate chips, reading until her eyes felt like they were ready to crumple up and die. The information she absorbed helped to make her feel better about all this, though, and she felt more comfortable as she had facts and tips supporting her. Admitting that to Cal would be suicide in the worst form, which she knew; she couldn't say that she was afraid of this. He was so happy about the baby and she was, too, but, it was frightening. She'd be the one awake in the middle of the night because her baby bump wouldn't let her sleep, she'd be the one enduring the pain during labor; she'd be the one who fed life into this child. Cal would be there every step of the way, which Ayden perfectly well knew, but it was her, at the end of the day. She had to take extra care of herself now if she wanted this baby to come out healthy and happy. Seeing that look of pride on Cal's face the first time he held their newborn child would be worth it all and more; all she had to do was endure it.

In their shared bedroom, Ayden couldn't help jokingly rolling her eyes at him. Since she'd moved in here, hardly anything had seemed to be in its rightful place and it was starting to annoy her. If this was to be a permanent set-up, they needed to get things organized, or there was a chance she'd be moving her wardrobe to the hall closet just so she could find a shirt to wear. "At least I'd know where they were," she countered, bumping her hip into him playfully before adjusting her shirt more. It no longer sat right on her body; the buldge in her front pressed lightly against the fabric. One of her hands ran over it lovingly, a soft smile on her lips as she realized that, in a few mere months, this little human being growing inside of her would be in her arms, cooing and smiling and looking absolutely adorable.

Ayden kissed his cheek as they got into the white-washed room. She cringed inwardly at the sight of her beloved room, shaking it off as she went to open the few windows that she had. It was the one good point of this room, and one of the reasons she'd wanted it in the first place. But, it seemed better fit for a nursery. Every nursery needed a window, didn't it? And, she wanted her baby to be able to see the sun leak into a room in the morning, or watch the moon as he/she fell asleep. She didn't want the child to grow up without some natural beauty. "Are you really going to make me wear that thing?" she sighed, giving him an "are you serious" look. Ayden didn't want to look like an idiot while painting; that took the fun out of it. Besides, the people in commercials never wore stupid masks. Defiantly, she went and flung the windows open further, letting the nip of the cold air flow into the room. "See? There's plenty of ventilation. I'm not gonna die." She crossed back in front of him, hands on her hips and a very childish pout on her face and a pleading twinkle in her eyes.

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 617!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

By the time Ayden was due, they would no longer be in school, at least, he wouldn’t be. There would be an internship at a fashion house but he could work around that; take some paternity leave to give Ayden a break away. And of course, he would be there whenever his darling wife needed some time away. When he walked through the door after work, he would absolutely take their baby off its’ mother’s hands so she could do what she wanted; get some rest, go out with friends, whatever it was that she wanted. He was excited to have the baby there, finally. He wanted to hold them, spoil them and just take care. He didn’t even mind that the amount of diapers he’d have to change would be ridiculous, or that there would be sleepless nights and vomit on clothes and well, everywhere. Cal knew how to use a bucket and mop, he could clean it all up later.

Cal shook his head, smirking. “You’d know all right. And the only way you’d get to even touch them is if you move to Mars and stay there the rest of your natural life, babe,” he said, slipping the shirt over his head. Carefully, like Ayden was fragile and ready to break at any moment, though he knew his wife was far from that, he brushed his hand over hers and her ever growing stomach; just one happy family. It was a good thing he hadn’t stepped away to grab his slippers, which were always nearby because he’d barely moved an inch and was dragged across the hall.

The room used to be swimming in colour, when it was still technically Ayden’s room. But then the news came of the baby and they immediately went to work on changing the room around. They broke down Ayden’s bed, replacing it with a box containing a crib still unopened and painted over the bright walls with white for a fresh start. While he’d been at the paint store, he went through books for ideas, not having a clue where they wanted to go with the colour. Since they didn’t know what they were having, a neutral colour had to be chosen, but with all the colour blending in this day and age, a neutral tone was pretty much anything but blue and pink.

Caleb sighed, rolling his eyes. He should have known she wouldn’t wear the stupid mask. And truthfully, he didn’t want to either, but he hadn’t been thinking about them, he’d been thinking about the baby. Sighing again, he tossed the masks back onto the pile of supplies in the middle of the room. “I couldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to anyway. You’re too stubborn for that,” he shook his head. “Let’s hope our baby doesn’t take after mommy in that aspect or we’ll be royally screwed.” Cal bent setting out a tray. They’d put tape over the mouldings already so all they had to do was mix, pour and paint. “In the first can, we have the colour…” he started, trying to sound like some sort of game show host announcing the prize behind door number 2. He pulled a can closer to him and dug the opener around the edge, lifting the lid up. After going around the entire top, he set the opener aside and lifted the lid, spinning it to reveal the colour. “Ta-da!”

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Words|| 573
Clothes|| Irresistible you
Music|| Someone to Fall Back On by Aly Michalka
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[Ayden Karissa Turner]

She was twenty-three years old, going to be twenty-four soon enough; she had to start growing up. Even if it wasn't for the upcoming baby, it was time to stop being the college kid and become the adult personality that was needed to stay alive. Before she knew it, college would be over and she'd need to find an actual job, not just cashier in a gift shop. Teaching piano lessons, maybe, or pianist for some cafe closer to the apartment. Anything that would pay, really, and that she could be proud to be doing. A lot of the bills were spilt between the couple, of course, but, with a baby coming, they needed extra money. More food, diapers, clothes, toys, medical bills; they'd all cost a lot of money. Well, it was bound to hit them at some point, this "adulthood." Ayden just hoped it didn't turn her into a complete maniac like her parents.

Looking around her old bedroom, she was excited to see what Cal had in mind. He was the design master, according to her, and how different could rooms be? She'd help with the homey touches, like picking photos for frames and which stuffed animals went where. Colors, furniture selections; she'd help, but she'd only say if she liked what was presented. If she was honest, she'd never pictured herself doing this. Music and sports were her thing. Babies and color-coordinating were not.

Ayden gave him a cheeky grin as he gave in, stooping down to kiss him. "Admit it, you love it when I'm demanding," she said, smirking wickedly. "Between the two of us, everything should balance out. It'll be the perfect little baby." Already, she was head over heels for their darling. The baby hadn't even been born yet, but she was swooning over it. When the kid was born it was going to be spoiled damn near rotten.

Once the paint was open, she could already feel the fumes burning in her nose. She didn't gag exactly, but it was something close to that. Maybe the masks had been a good idea. But, being Ayden, she refused to admit she'd been wrong. So she suffered in silence, choking down her lunch and giving him a smile as she looked at the color. "It's pretty. Good job, designer boy," she joked, picking up a paint brush. "Now, stir it up so we can get this started."

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TAG: Daddy to Be <3
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 440!
MUSIC: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift
OUTFIT: Beautiful Disaster!
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Sometimes it felt like everything was happening all at once. School was coming to an end; work would be starting up during the day at the fashion house, the comedy club after dark. Ayden and the baby, it just seemed like it was all happening immediately, without much warning at all. But Caleb thrived in these kinds of situations, with everything happening at once, having to do eight different things at the same time all within a handful of minutes. Cal’s grin was wicked, and if they didn’t have painting to do, he would have tugged her down for a longer kiss. “Absolutely perfect,” he said, laughing.

With their luck, their baby would be the devil’s spawn with all the spoiling it’d get; expecting everything and getting at least half of it. Their baby wasn’t even born yet and already it was easy to tell both parents were head over heels for their unborn child. That child already had Cal wrapped around its teeny tiny little fingers! And all the daddy-to-be wanted was a healthy baby; ten fingers, ten toes, big bright, happy smile like its mama. Laughing, Caleb exchanged the paint can lid for a wooden mixing stick and got down to business. “Thank you, I try,” he said cheekily.

With first can stirred and ready, Cal lifted it up and poured the light caramel colour into the trays. He pushed the tray out of his way and pulled over a fresh one to repeat the steps. It would go so much faster and Cal really didn’t want Ayden in the room without a mask for too long. He knew she should have worn a mask but the woman was four kinds of stubborn and no amount of hounding her would change her mind unless she was open to it. He learned that lesson a very long time ago. With the second tray full, Cal set the lid on the can lightly, so they could get back into it if need be. The young designer stood, stretching himself out for the work ahead before bending down to pick up a paint roller and getting down to business on the closest wall to him. “Alright! Let’s get to work!” he said cheerfully, excited the room was being brought back to life again, with new colour and decorations.

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Clothes|| Irresistible you
Music|| Someone to Fall Back On by Aly Michalka
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