Now that you’re close to the end of your third trimester, it didn’t surprise Rafe that you’d want a little extra something for the baby.

He made sure everything’s all set—the bassinet, nappies, baby wipes, bottles, stringless mittens, changing table, baby monitors, a car seat, feeding supplies, grooming essentials, a baby first aid kit, clothes and a diaper bag.

Rafe didn’t see an issue if you wanted one or two stuffed animals for the baby to eventually hold onto, it’d be a long amount of months before being able to do that, but now he believed you were picking the plushes out because they were just cute.

Bunnies with floppy ears, hand sized bears, ducks, otters with overalls and even a family of sheep.

No matter how much Rafe tried to get you to hold off on picking one out at the stores, he ended up caving in because of that sad look you’d give him.

It’s been weeks since you last tried something like that, of course he’d grow suspicious. Although, it gave him time to mentally prepare for your next schtick.

He took you out for clothes shopping in the mainland, his treat obviously. You deserved it since the focus these past few days has been making sure everything was set for the baby.

“Pick whatever you want,” he said, his hand on your lower back as he kept up with your pace while walking through the store.

Like a good husband, he stood off to the side, offering his arm to hold anything that got picked out. Pajamas, dresses, regular shirts, comfortable pants—anything that caught your eye.

The second he walked off to find one of those tote big bags the store offered to hold stuff until check out made him wish he never let his guard down as soon as he got back to you.

Rafe had to work on keeping his expression at bay no matter how amusing it was to see you holding a Jellycat peanut. He wasn’t even gone that long and you managed to find where the plushes are.

“We came here for clothes, remember?” His tone was gentle when he spoke, he didn’t want you pulling those sad eyes on him again.