Log in

No account? Create an account
13 August 2011 @ 09:37 am
FICLET: Paint  

Frank/Jamia, G, ~300 words
"I was thinking we could paint the room blue," Frank says.

I do not own these people, and this has never actually happened. Don't sue me for having an imagination.

Written for mission_insane


"I was thinking we could paint the room blue," Frank says.

Jamia rolls her eyes. "The doctor said it was a girl, Frank."

He shrugs. "So? Blue doesn't have to be a guy color," Frank says. He sighs, looking at the ugly yellowish brown wallpaper that covers the walls now. Well, it covers most of the walls. It's peeling off in some patches. "I mean, anything's better than what's on there now, and I like blue."

"Fine, it can be blue, but you have to do all the painting yourself."

Frank frowns. "Why should I do all the painting?" he asks.

She grins. "Because you want it to be blue."

"What color do you want it to be?" he asks with a sigh. He knows she doesn't want it to be blue, and he only wants to make her happy. He's so sick of all of the hormones, but he won't say anything, because it won't end well. He doesn't want to piss her off, especially not when they're so close to the due date.

"I like red."

Frank nods. "Do you want to settle for purple?"

Jamia looks at the walls, considering. "Can it be pastel?"


She smiles and kisses him quickly on the lips. "Thanks babe."


"Aren't you going to help?" Frank asks, looking up at Jamia from where he's peeling what's left of the wallpaper off the wall.

Jamia just smiles and shakes her head, laying a hand over her enlarged stomach. "I'm pregnant. The fumes could screw up our kid."

Frank closes his eyes, feeling stupid for not thinking of that. "Right," he mumbles. He knows she carefully neglected to mention that until after he'd already bought the purple paint she'd wanted, but he isn't going to say anything. After all, it's his own fault for not thinking of that himself.

"Sorry, babe. I'm going to go watch a movie."

Frank nods. "Yeah, alright." Painting isn't so bad anyway.


Note: Written for the prompt "paint" from the liquids table.
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: The Murderer - Alesana