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Sitting on the edge of the bed by himself, was The King of All Cosmos, who was lost in a deep thought. His mindset full of doubt, The King buried his face into the palms of his gloved hands.
“Are you alright, my dear?” A mellifluous voice spoke from the doorway, which caught The King’s attention, and he lifted his head out of his palms to see the source of the familiar voice.
The King’s gaze shifted towards the door, where his eyes met with his adorable wife. Hands intertwined just underneath her chest with a noticeable warm smile on her face, The Queen began to make her way over to her seemingly worried husband. She carefully sat next to him on the edge of the bed, letting her hands drop down onto her lap. “Is there something on your mind? Are you nervous about.. becoming a father?”
Her husband softly nodded, averting his eyes away from her. “...Yes, yes We are. But We’re more worried about something else.”
“...something else?” She repeated, turning her head in confusion. “Would you like to tell me what is worrying you?”
Her husband nodded again. “Queen, do you think We would be a good father for Our baby? What if We end up like Papa? We don't want to treat Our child like how Our father treated Us, but We’re scared that we might mess something up... what if We end up— uh.. hurting Our child?” The Kings voice quivered, spilling his nervousness through the gaps in his sentences between each word.
“Oh, sweet King.. please don’t think of such things like that.” The Queen’s voice whispered to him in a comforting manner, as she gently slid her hand behind her husbands back, with her other hand reaching for one of The King’s hands. “Your father might’ve not treated you fairly, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll follow in his footsteps and be a bad father to our baby! I think... no, I know you’ll take perfect care of our little baby. It might take some time getting used to becoming parents but we just need to support eachother while we get used to... starting our family.”
The King’s gaze turned back to his sweet wife. He sighed, unsure on what to say as an awkward tension lingered between the two cosmic beings. The King reached one of his hands over to stroke his gorgeous chin.
“It’s completely normal that you feel worried about becoming a parent, I feel the same way.” The Queen retracted her hands back to rest atop her thighs.
Eyes slightly widening from The Queen’s statement, The King took his hand off his chin. “...Wait? Queen, you're worried about something, too?” The King had a hint of nervousness sprinkled throughout his sentence. “Please tell Us what is making you feel worried!”
“Well, I wouldn’t really say that this worries me, I’m just a little bit concerned about how small our baby is going to be compared to the two of us.” The Queen let out a soft giggle, trying to hide the concern laden throughout her words. “Look, King, you can act a bit clumsy at times... which isn't inherently a bad thing, but I would suggest being a little careful around the place after the baby arrives.”
“Clumsy? Us? No.. no honey, We aren't clumsy.” The King’s eyebrows furrowed whilst his wife played with the ends of her long, white gloves.
His wife giggled yet again. “Do you not remember earlier today when you tripped and fell straight into the wall?” The Queen teased.
Her husband sighed. “Okay, maybe We ARE just a little bit clumsy, but We will be very careful around the baby! We will make ourselves sure that we’re aware of Our surroundings, to not accidentally trip over anything...”
Almost breaking out into a fit of laughter, The Queen composed herself “Yeah.. i don't want you tripping over our child!” She slightly shuffled herself forward, getting off the edge of the bed and looking back down at her husband.
Reaching her hand out to grasp onto The King’s arm, The Queen tried to hoist her husband up from the edge of the bed.
“Hm?” A confused noise came from his mouth, unsure on what his lovely wife was trying to do. He stood himself up next to The Queen and stared down at her.
“I completely forgot.. We still need to decorate some parts of the nursery! Oh, how silly of me...” The Queen spoke with her soft voice, before she eagerly walked out of the room with her husband trailing behind her.
“Wait.. Queen, We can’t do this another time? Ah...” The King wasn’t in the mood to decorate, but he decided to follow after his wife. As much as he loved spending time decorating the nursery for their little baby, the two would squabble whilst they decorated, over the smallest things. No, that should go over there! … The baby won’t like that, you should move it! … It looks so messy in here, it would stress the two of us out!
Whilst The King made his way over to the nursery, he took a deep breath, preparing himself with the complaints that would be thrown at from his wife.
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“Sooo... I was thinking, what if we choose a pastel color for the wall? I'm considering on choosing a nice shade of green, or something like a baby pink? Or maybe a baby blue? Theres so many choices to choose from… any ideas, sweetie?” The Queen spoke to her husband as she walked around the room, with The King resting in the corner of the nursery on a nice, comfy chair.
He was completely lost in thought, his eyes were focused on the horse-shaped crib that was across from him on the other side of the room. He stared at the wooden crib for a while, thinking about how there will be a little baby laying down in there soon. Their baby. Man, The King couldn’t believe that he was about to become a father in a few more months. His heart fluttered in excitement, and he could tell that his wife’s heart was possibly feeling the same, fuzzy feeling, by the way she eagerly moved across the room.
Waiting for a response from her husband, The Queen turned herself around to face him, arms crossed as she stared down at The King. He was tiredly slouched down in the chair looking around the room at the little decorations, accessories, shelves full of baby products, and so much more.
“King, did you even hear a single word that I said?” The Queen asked, a tinge of annoyance was heard throughout the sentence.
Staring up at his wife tiredly, The King fixed his posture and sat himself up, giving The Queen his full attention. “We apologise, Our love. Could you maybeee repeat what you just said to Us?”
A displeased sigh came from The Queen, as her arms fell down to her sides. “Fine... I'm just unsure on what color to pick for the nursery’s wallpaper. I was suggesting pastel colors, then the first thing that came to my mind was like, a pastel green. Then I thought about a baby pink, and then it shifted to a baby blue.”
“Wait,” The King slightly raised his hand to get his wife’s attention “We have a few recommendations for some colors on the wallpaper!”
The Queen’s hands came just above her chest; clasping onto the yellow buttons that were located on the shirt. “Ooh! You do? Tell me, I’m interested on what you have got flowing through your mind.
Standing up from the chair slowly, The King held onto one of The Queen’s hands, looking at her warm gaze for a moment before he began to speak. “What if we choose a color like... maybe a dark purple? Wait, no, black would be the perfect choice! With little white stars near the ceiling, or we could make the room fully gold!” The King observed his wife’s expression to see if she agreed with his choices, but The Queen scrunched her face as she looked around the room, trying to imagine The King’s ridiculous choices of wallpaper surrounding the room.
“These are... very interesting choices.” The Queen tried her hardest to sound nice, refrained herself from asking how he was able to produce really bad ideas from his mind sometimes. “But I do like the little white stars you were talking about, it would be a nice touch! However I think we should stick to a pastel color for the wall. What do you say?”
“...Oh? You don’t want use Our choices of the wallpaper... care to explain why?” The King asked, he knew that his wife was definitely not a huge fan of his choices. Caressing his large thumb across her palm, he patiently waited for an answer.
The Queen was going to try her hardest to not sound too harsh, she just needed to explain why those ideas weren’t so great. Not only to them, but for their baby as well. “Right, it’s quite obvious that we aren’t choosing walls of gold. Imagine the sun shining in here whilst the little one is asleep, the poor thing is going to become blind! And it just doesn’t really look nice. I know you love gold, sweetie, but you need to be considerate of our child.” She reached her free hand over to rest stop her husbands shoulder, just underneath his colorful headdress.
“And I wouldn’t suggest a dark color either, sorry. I don’t think our baby would enjoy being surrounded in darkness the whole time... it could be frightening, you know?” The King’s wife spoke. He found it adorable how The Queen was worrying about how their child would feel about the wallpaper.
The silence between the two gradually grew more awkward. “Why are you never happy with the ideas that we provide to you? Goodness, We should just let you decorate the rest of the nursery since you clearly aren't a fan of Our ideas.” The King spoke, trying to not make himself sound like he was pissed off at his lovely wife.
“What are you talking about? I do like your ideas, but I wasn’t a fan on what colors you were going to choose for the wallpaper, thats all.” The Queen said, noticing how bothered her husband sounded throughout his words. “I've even used some of your ideas in the nursery! For an example, the little horsey crib over there! You picked that one out because it looked adorable, right?” She spoke, pointing her finger to the other side of the room.
“And when you told me about the stars on the wallpaper, I thought it would be such an adorable little detail to add!” The Queen giggled. “See, I am happy with some of the ideas that you tell me. I just wasn't a fan of the wallpaper choices. Not because I... hated them... but like I said, you need to be considerate for the baby. ...And also a gold plated wallpaper would stand out, not in a good standing out way, more like standing out in a bad way, you know?”
The King nodded. “So, you won’t choose Our wallpaper ideas, We understand. What color will you choose for a wallpaper, sweet Queen? You spoke about suggesting a pastel color before.”
“Oh, yes, I decided that I wouldn’t use a baby pink or blue, those choices are now crossed out. I was thinking of a pastel shade of green, but I’m also wondering if a pastel yellow would look nice?” She asked, trying to get The King’s opinion on these choices.
“Well if you were going to add the stars, We think that they wouldn’t be so visible with a pastel yellow.” He turned his head around to look at the wall. “We should use a light shade of green, to make the stars more visible.”
The Queen smiled as her husband turned his head back to face her. “Perfect, I feel like green would be the best choice. It’s a calm color, and it reminds me of plants!”
“Oh, yes it does!” The King chuckled, he knew how much his wife loved plants. “Alright, it’s settled then, the wallpaper is going to be green.”
“With little white stars, too.” The Queen leaned in to give her husband a kiss. “I’ll do the stars while you paint the walls.”
The King shifted his body closer to hers. And left a small, gentle kiss on top of her forehead. His wife eagerly smiled.
“This is going to be so fun. Let’s start right now!” The Queen walked out of the nursery, leaving her husband to wait there for a moment as she searched for some supplies. Sitting down back in the chair, he looked around the room once more, and finally let his eyes rest over to the small horsey crib.
Intrigued by it, The King stood up from the comfy chair, and walked over to the crib that was opposite from him. It was so small compared to The King, but it would be the perfect size for their little baby.
A hand reached over and caressed the side of the crib, as The King felt a warm smile spreading across his face.
“..We’re going to be a father.”
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Right as he told himself that, The Queen stepped in the room. She remained in the doorway for a moment, staring at her lovely husband who was too interested in the small crib that was upon him. Seeing the way his hand brushed over the smooth wood, The Queen giggled and walked over to The King.
“Alright, you had enough time staring at the crib. Now let’s start decorating these walls.” She placed her hand on top of his, and pulled him away.
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