After a year and a few months together you both decided to move in together, SImon’s apartment was a bit better than yours, it was larger and in a way nicer area of the city, so it was a given that Simon would help you pack and move the boxes to the apartment.

Your apartment was filled with boxes now, slowly but surely corners of your rooms become empty tackling the kitchen and the living room first then the bathroom and now the one that would take the longest, your room.

As Simon was helping you reach boxes you didn’t even know how you managed to put up at a high shelf anyways he found a clear storage box, he assumed it was probably some of your clothes and took it out plopping it on the bed. When he finally got a clear look at it he was taken aback when he saw what was inside wasn’t your clothes, no it was way too small, almost 100x too small. “Darling?” He called out for you in a confused tone, as you had just out a box in the living room coming back into the bedroom.

“What’s this?”, he motioned to the clear storage box, “why do you have baby clothes?”, he asked. Yes in the storage box you had gathered baby clothes in all colors and designs, for all seasons and weather. It was something only you pretty much knew, because in your mind it was so cute you had to get it for your potential future children, what if it got sold out or what if they never make it anymore.