Fear & Forty Proof

Aiden B. Miller
23
Chaotic Neutral

Past patient of West Harbor.
Now I'm an orderly.
Deal with it.

AGE: 23
DOB: 21/07/1990
HEIGHT: 6'1"
JOB: Orderly

Aiden!

abigalemiller:

I thought it was obvious. Momma Swag Yolo Cash Money. 

Oh, right, of course. How could I have forgotten. 

How cranky do you think she would be if I woke her up right now? 

Aiden!

abigalemiller:

No, you just make the same little faces. 

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What are you gonna want her to call you? Like… daddy, or dad, or papí…

I hadn’t even thought about that. Just dad, maybe? Definitely not papi. What do you want her to call you?

Aiden!

abigalemiller:

I think we did, should we fix it again? 

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She looks just like you when you sleep. Do you think she’ll snore like you when she’s older? 

I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to wake her. If you say it’s fine, I’m sure it is. I just want to make sure everything’s perfect and not fuck up on something so simple.

I hope so—hold up, are you calling me a baby?

Aiden!

abigalemiller:

Come here, but you have to be quiet. You have to see this.

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 She just fell asleep, look how pretty she is! We need more pictures of her. 

Hold on just a second, Abi. I’m reading the thing the nurses gave us… Did we remember to swaddle her correctly?

Where Dat Baby At? || Marshmill

abigalemiller:

"Yes, I mean her small corner. But nursery just sounds so much nicer, babe!" Abi giggled and looked at the turtle blanket, taking the kicks the baby was making as a sign that she liked it, too. "If our baby doesn’t like turtles, what are you going to do?" She reached out to feel the blanket, making sure it was soft enough for her daughter, before moving along. "I don’t think Rootbeer needs a baby blanket, but he is your son, so Lord knows he’s spoiled." 

Making her way through the store, trying to think of what on earth their daughter would need, she set her hands on her stomach. "I like Cosette. I think for our daughter, we should refrain from Aiden Junior. Maybe if we have a son." The back of the store was full of furniture, from rocking chairs to bassinets to car seats and things of the like. She made her way over to one of the rocking chairs and sat down, staring up at him. 

"What do you think of the name Carolyn?" The more she thought about naming the baby after her mother, the more she liked it. Hopefully Aiden would like it, too. 

"If she doesn’t like turtles," He began, clutching the soft baby blanket to his chest and laying the dramatics on thick, "I think my heart would break." He folded up the blanket gently and threw it over his shoulder. He may have been joking about many things that night, but buying the turtle blanket was not one of them. "Rootbeer’s little heart would break too, I know that much." Aiden reached forward and pinched at Abigale’s side lightly at her jab. "Don’t you dare tell me how to raise my child! God as my witness, I will make a scene in the middle of this store!”  

Carolyn. Carolyn, Carolyn, Carolyn… The more he thought about the name, the more he liked it. What he liked even more though, was that it was Abigale’s mother’s name. It wasn’t very often that Abigale spoke about her mother, which made this moment even sweeter. “Carolyn’s good. Very good.” While he truly did like the name Carolyn, and the prospect of naming their daughter after Abigale’s mother, there was still a part of him that wanted to name her after his grandmother. 

"Hey," he reached out to grab Abigale as she walked to stop her and turn her around to face him, "What about Carolyn Cosette? Carolyn for the first name, and Cosette for the middle?" He was no longer joking. The stillness of his face and the focus of his eyes conveying how seriously he was taking this issue of names. "What do you think?"

Where Dat Baby At? || Marshmill

abigalemiller:

Kick, kick, kick! Abi set her hands on her stomach, letting out a sigh as she listened to Aiden. "What if she doesn’t like pink frillies though!" Her lips curled up into a smile as she fidgeted with different outfits of all colors and styles. Fighting bouts of morning sickness as she walked around, her mind wandered to what she wanted for their baby girls future. What if she was a ballerina, or a lacrosse player, or one of those people who dressed up like horses to go to My Little Pony conventions? Out of all the things that their little girl could be, Abi knew that she would love her no matter what. She glanced over to Aiden, who looked completely ridiculous with a panda hat on top of his head, and smiled.

Let’s save the monopoly outfit for halloween.” Lighthearted giggles erupted from her lips, tugging down on the panda hat to cover his eyes. "Oooh!" She squeaked, waddling carefully over to a section full of blankets and bedding and things of the like. "Do you like any of these? What kind of little nursery should she have?" 

Now that she had thought about it, the baby would need a name. Due in only a week or two, and they were still unsure of what to name her. She sighed and slid her hand into his. "What do you think we should name her? We talked about a lot of different ones, but did you have a favorite?"

"Then we can get her blue frillies, or green frillies, or yellow, or red, or whatever…" Aiden trailed off as he paused in front of a display of tiny dresses, each of them made of a fabric with a pattern of bright orange and yellow kittens. Aiden frowned and continued on his way. His daughter could wear whatever she wanted, but he would never, in his right mind, dress her in something like that. He turned from the display and quickly caught up with Abigale who was almost halfway across the store and still spewing questions. It was amazing how fast she could move in her condition.

"Nursery?" He furrowed his brow, "Do you mean the small corner of our room where we put the baby bed?" His sarcasm was laid thick, as he was still quite bitter over the fact that they had to leave their beautiful house behind in Georgia. Aiden looked at the baby blankets in various patterns and colors, none of them piquing his interest in the least until he came across a pale green one with tiny turtles in the corners. "This one. This is it!" He grabbed it from the display and held it up for Abigale to see. "We can either use this one for the baby or I’m buying it for Rootbeer. Either way, I’m not leaving the store without it."

Aiden slung the blanket over his shoulder. “You know me… I liked Cosette Aiden Miller Junior. Or Aiden Aiden Miller the Second. Either one of those is fine by me. Why? Did you think of one you like?”

Where Dat Baby At? || Marshmill

abigalemiller:

Sore, heel-clad feet padded along the hardwood floor, creaking beneath her as she walked. Her swollen fingers ran along rows and rows of soft onesies and dresses, feeling everything to make sure that it would be good enough for her baby girl. There were adorable outfits everywhere, in every color, and every pattern imaginable. Abi could remember being a little girl and planning exactly how she was going to dress her daughter, but now that the time had come, it was so much different than she had ever expected. 

She looked back at Aiden, who was carrying things that she had placed in his arms already, and smiled. "What do you think? What colors do you think will look pretty on her?" She inquired, now rummaging through shelves filled with pink, yellow, blue and green. "What do you think she’ll look pretty in?" The question was silly. She knew that their daughter would look pretty in absolutely anything they put her in. 

"I never expected this to be so hard! What do you like for our baby?" Abi took a deep breath and turned away from the seemingly endless shelves behind her, focusing her attention on Aiden. "Do you have any preferences?" 

What did he think? Well, for one thing he wished the store had a push cart to place various boxes, bags, trinkets, and outfits in so he wouldn’t have to balance them in his arms. Beyond that minor irritations though, he was thrilled. The Aiden he knew two years ago would never have thought he would feel the tiniest bit excited to go shopping for baby things, let alone baby girl things. 

I think that you’re over-thinking this,” he laughed and passed on the items in his arms to a saleswoman who offered to hold them at the register. “I don’t know about any of this stuff. What do little girls like? Pink stuff? Frillies?” He looked around, taking hints from what he saw around them. “…Pastel baby animals?” He’d read all the books he bought and done the research. He knew how to handle diaper rashes and five techniques for getting a baby to sleep, but when it came to what the baby should wear, he was clueless. “We don’t even have a name for her yet. How are we supposed to pick a wardrobe?”

"I just want her to be here already." Aiden grabbed a child’s size panda hat from a nearby rack and stretched it over his head. They had been shopping for such a while that he’d ost track of what they were looking for altogether. Still, he followed his wobbly wife through the store staying close behind. "Let’s get her a top hat and monocle like the monopoly man."

southpaw-kaylee:

Just call me Goddess Divine, and I will go get your damn cheesy popcorn hefer. 

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Fuck that. 

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