Don't Hold The Wall (Norminah)

Spring Green

Dinah's POV
I laughed in adoration as Normani gestured toward an atrociously bright color palette.

"Baby! What about these ones!! I know they're a bit on the bright side but..." she pouted, staring at me with eyes full of indecision. I didn't understand how she could be so perky so early in the morning.

I took her hands, staring at the women I proudly called my wife.

"A bit? They hurt my eyes to just look at." I laughed at as she rolled her eyes. "Don't stress yourself out over colours. I say we go with a sky blue and a nice warm spring green. Those are pretty gender neutral, yes?" I suggested, running a thumb over the darker woman's right hand.

Her forehead creased in thought for a moment, before she releases a decisive grin.

"That's perfect!!" She squealed, pressing a warm kiss to my head.

I sighed in content as we paid for the paint that would eventually find it's way on the nursery walls of our home.

Thankfully it was our last stop of over two dozen, and during each one I had had to keep Normani from losing her mind in the never ending world of baby cribs and infant-proof blankets. She was worried about every little thing, from carpet softness to "the right texture of curtain". It was rare to see her in such a un-composed state, as she was always the better controlled in most aspects.

I thanked the stars above that we had not had to deal with planning the baby shower, that would have been chaos.

An eager and willing Heather had called me a week ago upon hearing from Naya we hadn't had any idea what to do, informing me she "had it all covered" and I didn't need to worry.

Safe to say I could have hugged her in that moment.

Now, as I dragged the last of the bags into the house, I couldn't help but grin in anticipation. We were entering a new stage together, and I couldn't help but chuckle in awe. We were so far from where we had started, just college kids trying to get by. Two girls in love. Past me would surely be proud.

The smell of dinner broke me away from my thoughts, as I dropped the bags into our bedroom. Walking back downstairs, I crept into the kitchen, but the rumble of my stomach gave me away.

Normani turned from the stove, smiling.

"Someone's hungry. Did you get everything from outside?" She asked, spatula in hand.

"Yes ma'am, I did. What do we have here?" I grinned, wriggling my eyebrows playfully.

She giggled, shaking her head.

"I was craving waffles and Nutella-filled French toast sticks. I don't know why. It will be ready soon." she said, as I pulled her toward me for a quick kiss.

While the food finished up I sat at the island, telling her about work and how I was sure I had my promotion in the bag. I made sure to slip in little things like how busy things were lately and steer clear from the mention of any social events, thinking about what Tom had said. I had gotten her to stop coming by, telling her how I had thought it wasn't safe. Little did she know that was only partially true.

She listened intently, her eyes fluttering from where I sat to the stove every few minutes. Once everything was done she got out plates, silverware and toppings, refusing my help as she placed it all on the table.

She poured syrup onto my waffles, and I thanked her softly as I took my first bite. I couldn't help but groan.

"This is really good Mani, you sure you're not a secret top chef or something?" I joked, looking at her.