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Post by Jules on Dec 19, 2008 0:10:15 GMT -5
Zizzy looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that and smiling. The clothing she'd purchased at the maternity stores was easily the nicest and prettiest she'd ever owned. They didn't really sell boyish pregnancy clothing, so it was a lot more feminine than she was used to as well. Today it was a cotton, deep red but otherwise casual, empire-waist dress. It almost completely concealed the fact that she was pregnant when she was standing still.
She stepped out of the bathroom, lifting her one and only purse, brown and tattered, over her shoulder and smiled at Armand, who was waiting patiently for her by the door of their room. They were just going baby-shopping, but Zizzy was really excited. She practically quick-stepped over to him and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him soundly on the mouth.
"Promise you won't let me go overboard? I think I'm in danger of going overboard."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 19, 2008 0:22:39 GMT -5
A small smile flitted over his face as he led her from the room, outside to their waiting carriage.
"You'll stop yourself. You always stop yourself when it's not your money."
Though, he was starting to believe he'd finally convinced her it was their money for their son. If she planned on going overboard, he probably wouldn't stop her. He'd probably make it worse.
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Post by Jules on Dec 19, 2008 0:30:54 GMT -5
She climbed into the carriage and took a seat, happy her pregnancy hadn't become dibilitating yet. As content as she was, Zizzy was not looking forward to the bloated, elephantine portion of the miracle of life. The mention of money did sober her some, she'd have to remind herself that if she went crazy, she'd only feel really guilty about it later.
"It's not my fault you're insanely rich and therefore unfairly tip the scales."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 19, 2008 21:00:47 GMT -5
He settled in beside her and leaned over, kissing the front of her ear. "We all have our burdens to bear. Yours is being the object of desire to an insanely rich prince."
He pulled away, to tell the driver their destination, and then sank back into the seat. He almost felt they should have asked Illie or someone to accompany them, because he had no clue what was the right thing to buy. Still, it was kind of exciting to do it themselves.
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Post by Jules on Dec 19, 2008 21:24:20 GMT -5
She smiled, "I guess I'll just have to find a way to cope," and then leaned out the window like an excited puppy. She watched people in the streets as they neared the more upscale area of Dreamer's Hell. Things were good. Zizzy was happier than she had been in a long while. Nothing would ruin this day.
When they got there, Zizzy pulled herself back into the carriage and waited for the driver to come around. For the longest time she'd refused to be helped in and out of a carriage, but it was easier to get down with a hand nowadays. The door opened and she got out, waited for Armand and then looped her arm through his.
"Oh look!" She cooed, pulling him over to the window display of one of the most well-known baby boutiques in Chimera ("Little Terrors"). "Can we go in?" Zizzy still was unused to being the kind of clientele this store would welcome.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 21, 2008 0:14:06 GMT -5
He laughed softly. "Of course we can go in. Why couldn't we?"
He guided her along into the store and a bubbly sales clerk with a brunette bob and eager eyes landed on them. "Your majesty!" she gushed, though she made an effort to maintain some professionalism. Ever since she'd read about the young prince's expected delivery, she'd been hoping for the commission. Armand Ira would have plenty to spare.
"And the mother to be, of course!" she turned her broad smile to Zizzy. "Anything I can help you with today?"
Armand raised an eyebrow at Zizzy, content to let her do the talking.
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Post by Jules on Dec 21, 2008 0:48:22 GMT -5
Zizzy didn't even notice the woman at first. The place was a lot more imposing on the inside. Who knew there was so much stuff one little baby could need? She was aware of the crib, stroller, diapers, clothing and bottles. That was in total, about 1/5th of this store's makeup. It was very hard not to whimper.
And the saleswoman should come with sunglasses. Although Zizzy thought that about quite a few people. "I--uhh, just looking for now."
"Be sure to let me know if you need anything! I'm Carrie!"
Zizzy nodded and when the woman bounced off, she groaned. No panicking, no panicking. She could do this. "Alright. If we do this step by step maybe we can escape with our sanity in tact." She smiled to show she was (mostly) joking.
"Crib first." She said, thinking about it logically. The first thing she was going to want to do was put the baby down. And you couldn't do that just anywhere. Or so they said. She pulled him over to the cribs, one mahogany one that would fit in with his room nicely caught her eye first. The price tag caught it second and she let out a low whistle.
"Why don't we, uhh, go somewhere else?" She couldn't even afford a tenth of that crib, let alone half.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 23, 2008 21:01:12 GMT -5
Armand looked up from admiring the crib, surprised. He raised an eyebrow, confused at first, and then, after a dawning realization, moved his arm past her to lift the price tag.
He smirked. "Told you." He stroked her hair. "It's not cheap, but isn't expensive either. It's only expensive if you can't afford it. No more looking at price tags."
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Post by Jules on Dec 23, 2008 22:40:53 GMT -5
"But it's not fair."
He wanted to pay for everything, but he also put a roof over her head, and fed her, and soon, when her money ran out, he'd be taking care of everything else too. She knew a lot of girls wouldn't have a problem with being a kept woman, and really Zizzy didn't either. It was not having a problem with it that she had a problem with. It would be all too easy to let Armand take care of everything.
She leaned into his touch and smiled. "Honestly, what do I contribute?" Stroking the wood of the crib, she knew she wanted it, and that if they stuck to things she could afford too, they'd be picking through the dump. "Nothing."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 24, 2008 13:35:50 GMT -5
His mouth twisted and his brows knit together. Placing a soft, slow kiss on her brow, he pulled back and said, "You contribute carrying the child around. Giving him life. And when he's born, you'll be his mother. That's not an easy job, and one I could never do.
"Contrary to tabloids," he continued, "I know you're not staying with me just because I offer a stable lifestyle. I don't want you to feel dependant on me. If it will make you feel better, you can get a job once the baby has grown a little."
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Post by Jules on Dec 24, 2008 16:05:35 GMT -5
Zizzy pulled him back by the collar of his shirt and kissed him for a moment before sliding her hand into his. "I don't understand." She said ambiguously and then waved at Carrie who sprung over so quickly she must've been watching them the entire time.
"You guys are so cute together!" She cooed, which confirmed Zizzy's theory. Zizzy actually smiled, it was nice to hear something positive about them from strangers, instead of just how ill-suited they were.
"I guess we'll take this one." She said, touching the mahogany crib. "And the mobile is kind of cute?" Zizzy looked too Armand for approval, however. It was incredibly strange to spend someone else's money like it didn't even matter.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 27, 2008 0:08:33 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed just a little in confusion at her statement. A slight grimace passed over his face at Carrie's arrival, but he covered it quickly enough, and was all composed charm as he smiled at he and Zizzy being 'cute together.' Cute wasn't necessarily a term he (or any guy) might have coined himself, but it was better than being told they clashed.
"Sure," he assured Zizzy, about the mobile. He had no idea.
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Post by Jules on Dec 27, 2008 0:28:10 GMT -5
ooc; Your MSN is wonky D:
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Zizzy grinned, but felt a little chagrined. She didn't expect him to be enthused about shopping, or know what was cute or not, he had to protect his manliness and whatever, but it was hard enough for her to spend his money without him sounding decisive.
Moving away from the crib, Carrie and Armand, Zizzy tried not to be overwhelmed again by the amount of things in the store that she apparently needed to raise the baby. Although all hesitation fled when she found the clothing. Running back to Armand, she grabbed him by the hand and yanked him over before holding up little booties tagged for Newborns. "LOOK HOW SMALL THIS IS. MY FINGER BARELY FITS INSIDE IT."
This baby was going to be tiny.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 27, 2008 0:45:20 GMT -5
Armand took the bootie, turning it over in his fingers. Small felt like an understatement. A small ripple of unease crawled down his spine. How easy would it be to break this baby? It felt like a suddenly enormous responsibility to be given charge of the baby's well being, a task that would require far more delicate fingers than he possessed.
He hadn't the booty back and kept the spook he'd just received out of his face. "Imagine how small the foot will be," he said with a soft smile.
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Post by Jules on Dec 27, 2008 0:55:19 GMT -5
Zizzy pulled a few more articles of clothing off the rack and hung them over her arm. Until she realized she had a....boyfriend seemed too small a word for Armand nowadays, but she supposed it was the only one that really worked. She loaded his arms up with things. Bottles, receiving blankets, a full wardrobe for the tyke (she took some things in hand to). All in all, however, Zizzy was proud of herself. She hadn't bought out the store.
Standing at the counter, Carrie was adding everything up as quickly as she could, probably calculating her comission as she did so. Zizzy kept her eyes away from the totatl racking up, but that didn't stop her from hearing it when Carrie said it out loud. Zizzy visibly blanched, but only for a second, and then she was blushing fiercly. That would've covered the rent in her old apartment for more than a year.
"I'm..." She was a little bit shocked. "...Sorry?"
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