Fall for You; Gene

[Christa Wilson]

My hand rests on my extended belly and I lean my head against Gene's chest as I look at the small husky pups that suckled on their mother. I notice the odd one that was nibbling on his mother's ear, seeming to be the runt. I rub my stomach with a huff as I lean over and pick him up, his little paws resting on my stomach before he licked my cheek. "Awe, Gene! I want this one," I say, smiling up at him before kissing his cheek
The puppy looked up at Gene before taking his T-shirt in his mouth and pulling on it and trying to win the small game of tug-of-war. I smile and giggle lightly, picking up the puppy so that I could rest my hand under him instead of his claws hurting my stomach.

[Gene Wasek]

I wrap an arm around her waist as she leans her head against my chest as we looked over the puppies. I was eyeing a large one in the middle when Christa leans forward to pluck the smallest one into her hands. I sigh and look at it as it took my shirt in its teeth. It was the smallest, and I hoped it wouldn't stay that way. I wanted a huge dog, not some tiny little thing.
"Hi, Sam." I say, gently stroking the top of the puppy's head with my finger.
"If that's the one you want, Christa." I say, looking over at her with raised eyebrows. Hopefully the tiny little thing would grow up to be huge.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile down at the puppy and know that Gene was wanting a big dog. This one could be a lot bigger than the others if we fed him right and took good care of him, which I knew we would. I smile as he pets the pup. I smile as he says that this is the one that we could have before kissing him and walking away from the pups. The owner had told us just to go ahead and take him home if we wanted or stop by Pet-smart to get some food and accessories while she worked there. My hand finds it's way to Gene's and I smile up at him before letting go and rubbing my stomach. I wouldn't admit to him that I hated being sore from being pregnant though I would occasionally try to get him to spoil me from it.

[Gene Wasek]

I get up after she does and smile as she takes my hand before it finds its way tp her stomach. Christa had started shwoing a while ago, and it earned us some disaproving looks from the elderly, but fuck them. I wrap my arm around her waist before starting towards the gate and I open it for her before stepping out and heading over to my truck.
"You wanna go to Petsmart?" I ask as I open the door for her.

[Christa Wilson]

Gene's hand rubs my stomach and I smile slightly. "Just think, I'm already six months along," I say as he wraps his arm around my waist as we walked. Six months of us being together and being, well, happy. I climb in after he opens the door for me before leaning out far enough to kiss him. "Yeah, we need to get Sam some food soon or else he might eat your shirt," I reply, sticking out my tongue and leaning back the seat to allow Sam and I to relax.

[Gene Wasek]

"I know." I reply, looking over at her. I take Sam from her as Christa climbs up into the passenger seat and once she ahs ehr seat belt on I hand him back before rossing to the driver's side to climb in. "I hope he doesn't, this is my favorite shirt." I reply, chuckling as I start the engine adn pull away from the curb.
I cut the engine and unclick my seat belt, jumping down from the cab to cross over to her side to open the door for her, reaching out to take Sam so that she wouldn't drop him or something when she got out.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as Gene says that it was his favorite shirt and giggle lightly. Once we're at Pet Smart, I wait for him tot open the door and take Sam before I get up and get out. I smile at the puppy as he licks Gene and take him. My lips find Gene's and I quickly grab his hand and walk into the store, looking around before pulling Gene to the dog supplies and smiling. I stretch my legs and look around before hoping that he would choose what he wanted instead of letting me look around.

[Gene Wasek]

I smirk as her lips meet mine and I lace my fingers through hers as we walk across the parking lot to the store. I chuckle as Christa practically drags me to the dog supplies and I take my hand back from hers, light brown eyes running over the multiple puppy food brands before I finally pick out a small blue bag and push my orange hair from my face. Sam was at the age that he could eat solid food, he'd just have to get used to it. I hold it in one arm as I take a couple steps towards the collars and leashes and I pick out a plain black set. "Black goes with everything." I explain, looking over at her with a grin.

[Christa Wilson]

I keep the puppy against me as Gene looks through the food and smile once he has one and take the black collar and leash. "Agreed. Now do we want to get some toys or anything?" I ask. I hold the small, sleeping puppy in the same hand with the set and hold Gene's hand with my free hand and wait for him to lead me anywhere he wanted. Suddenly, I remember that we haven't shopped for baby supplies and I sigh. We would have to do that another time; my ankles were too swollen to take any long journey throughout the day.

[Gene Wasek]

"Yeah, we probably should. Don't want him chewing on my boots." I reply, chuckling softly. I smile as Christa takes my hand and I lead her over to the toys before dropping her hand, deciding to let her pick them out as I walk over to the beds. I push my orange hair out of my face as I looked over them before pulling a cream colored circular one with a small wall around it off a pile. This would work. I look back over at Christa and put the food and collar on the bed so it would be easier to carry as I smile at her.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as he chuckles before letting go of my hand once we get to the toys. I watch as the puppy wakes up and watch as he takes a few toys from the box before I pick him up again, holding the toys he got. I smile as he takes the collar and leash from me before smiling at him. My fingers wrap around the cold metal case in my purse before a look back at Gene and wait for him to walk to the register so that we could check out and go home.

[Gene Wasek]

I grab a set of puppy training pads, knowing that they'd probably be useful. Once everything is moved to the bed, I sling my free arm over her shoulders, wiggling my fingers at Sam playfully as I lead her over to the register, setting everything down and pulling out my wallet. I hand over my card as everything is rung up before handing Christa the bag with the toys, collar, and leash while I take the bed and we start back out across the aprking lot and to my truck. "Lets hope he doesn't tear up the place." I say playfully, chuckling softly as I put the bed in the trunk.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as Gene's arm wraps around my shoulder and giggle lightly. My arm reaches out to take the bed before he hands be the other bag and I huff before following him to the car. I put the bag in the back before going up to the passenger side and putting the sleeping puppy in my lap. I lay the seat back and rub my stomach, closing my eyes while I rub my stomach. My mind goes to us getting married and I can't help but wish he would ask though I knew he probably wouldn't for a while.

[Gene Wasek]

I shut the trunk of my car again and walk up to climb into the driver's seat, watching as Christa rubbed her distended stomach before pulling my seatbelt over myself and starting the car to pull out. "Sam'll be pretty big by the time the baby's born, right?" I ask absently as I drove. I didn't live far from Petsmart, so the drive wasn't terrible. Soon I park and pull the keys to climb out and go back to grab the bed and bag, deciding that Christa had enough to worry about between herself and Sam. "Oops. Take the keys from my pocket." I say, pausing at the base of the stairs. My hands and arms were full, so she'd have to open it.

[Christa Wilson]

I look over as he asks about Sam being big and shrug. "Bigger than he is now, yes but he'll still look like a puppy," I say, looking at him before the car started moving. Thankfully, we didn't live far away and it was nice to me. I get out of the car when we stop and roll my eyes before reaching into his pocket to grab his keys, the puppy slowly waking. I walk up the stairs and open the door before looking over at Gene and smiling. Maybe I was the weird one. Maybe I was the one who wanted to move fast since I was pregnant with his child. I was no longer sure.