I was thinking about Gee painting the nursery in the new apartment! They found a three bedroom somewhere, one room for Gee and one for Mikey and one for baby, and all the guys helped move them in (they put the couch in first and Gee sat on it and read comic books while the other guys did the work).
And it's the next week sometime, and Brian comes over to the apartment, bringing lunch for him and Gee. She's in the baby's room, with one half of one wall the color of an egg yolk, with her back in a messy ponytail, wearing a huge pair of overalls with a patch on the stomach of teddybears holding hands.
Brian laughs when he sees it.
Gee glances over at him. "What?"
"I like your outfit," he says dryly.
Gee grins and sets down the roller. "Ma brought over a box full of maternity clothes last week. It was getting pretty desperate. It's like everything any of my cousins have used in the past twenty years."
"Like I said," Brian says, "I like it."
Gee crosses the room and puts her arms around his neck, bending down a little awkwardly to kiss him. She's still not used to kissing someone shorter than her, she'd explained to Brian once. "It takes practice," he said with a straight face, and she had grinned and pulled him down to the bed.
There's paint all over Gee's face, tiny freckle-sized splatters. Brian tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
They step around the crib that's sitting in the middle of the floor where Mikey abandoned it half-built and go into the kitchen, sitting around the table to eat lunch.
Brian goes to wash the dishes afterwards and Gee comes up behind him and rests her head against his back and says, "There's room, you know."
"What?" says Brian.
"For you," Gee says softly, and Brian puts down the sponge and turns off the faucet and turns around until he and Gee are facing each other, close against each other with her belly between them.
Gee's biting her lip, one side of her mouth stretched oddly. "If you wanted. You know. Mikey and I just wanted to let you know."
"Room for me," Brian repeats slowly.
Gee nods. "My bedroom's pretty big, you know?"
Brian doesn't say anything, but he hugs her again.
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6/6/08 01:02 (UTC)And it's the next week sometime, and Brian comes over to the apartment, bringing lunch for him and Gee. She's in the baby's room, with one half of one wall the color of an egg yolk, with her back in a messy ponytail, wearing a huge pair of overalls with a patch on the stomach of teddybears holding hands.
Brian laughs when he sees it.
Gee glances over at him. "What?"
"I like your outfit," he says dryly.
Gee grins and sets down the roller. "Ma brought over a box full of maternity clothes last week. It was getting pretty desperate. It's like everything any of my cousins have used in the past twenty years."
"Like I said," Brian says, "I like it."
Gee crosses the room and puts her arms around his neck, bending down a little awkwardly to kiss him. She's still not used to kissing someone shorter than her, she'd explained to Brian once. "It takes practice," he said with a straight face, and she had grinned and pulled him down to the bed.
There's paint all over Gee's face, tiny freckle-sized splatters. Brian tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
They step around the crib that's sitting in the middle of the floor where Mikey abandoned it half-built and go into the kitchen, sitting around the table to eat lunch.
Brian goes to wash the dishes afterwards and Gee comes up behind him and rests her head against his back and says, "There's room, you know."
"What?" says Brian.
"For you," Gee says softly, and Brian puts down the sponge and turns off the faucet and turns around until he and Gee are facing each other, close against each other with her belly between them.
Gee's biting her lip, one side of her mouth stretched oddly. "If you wanted. You know. Mikey and I just wanted to let you know."
"Room for me," Brian repeats slowly.
Gee nods. "My bedroom's pretty big, you know?"
Brian doesn't say anything, but he hugs her again.