Hey everyone. I wrote a little something for domestic Bamon March Challenge.

Bonnie's eyes rolled as Damon once again shot down her pick of baby furniture. They were in the third furniture store of the day looking at different sets for the nursery. With their baby boy due in three months, they wanted to begin setting up the nursery. So far it had been a disaster. The two could not agree on the style for the nursery and bickered at every store they had been to.

She was done. Completely over it. Her back and feet were killing her. If they could not come to an agreement within the next thirty minutes, she was leaving his ass at this store. Her aching body and nerves was screaming for a hot relaxing bath.

"Nothing here is really catching my eye." Damon complained as he ran his hand across a display crib.

She whirled around facing him. "This is the third store we been at today. It will probably be easier at this point to find my own place to set up a nursery myself without you involved."

"No need to be dramatic. I just have a vision and nothing I see seems to be going with it."

Bonnie snorted. Since coming to terms with her pregnancy, Damon started planning out her whole pregnancy, down to the little details. Damon researched doctors and birthing plans. He even went as far as to meal prep healthy options for her. He throw his all into her and the baby's well being. She appreciated it of course but it was a little much. She wanted to enjoy the pregnancy and go with the flow for once in her life. Damon was allowing past demons with his father run the ship.

"You have a vision for my child?" Bonnie huffed.

Damon rolled his eyes. "For our child. And yes I have a vision for Jr."

Feeling a swell of emotions overwhelm her, Bonnie bursted into tears. "His name is not Jr." She cried out.

Damon sighed. He was becoming used to Bonnie emotional instability as this pregnancy progressed. But it still pained him to see her upset.

"No need to cry." Damon pulled Bonnie to him and wrapped his arms around her. "It might just take a little longer to get the nursery done."

"It's not just that." Bonnie sniffled. "I feel like I'm being left out. That I'm not apart of this pregnancy with you."

Damon pulled back to look down at her. "What do you mean?"

Bonnie looked away shaking her head before looking him in the eyes. "You made all these plan and research the ins and out of pregnancy all without me. You found my midwife and birthing center. I feel like I'm on the outside looking in."

Damon cupped her face using the pads of his thumb to wipe away her tears. "I'm so sorry you feel that way. I guess I went to the extreme to not be like my father. I wanted to prove to you I was one hundred percent invested and that I loved this baby. And I'm just excited that we created a life together. There is a little being in you that is apart of me and you."

Damon's heart skipped a beat when Bonnie gave him a bright watery smile.

"How about we come up with a little compromise." Damon suggested.

"I don't think I can take much more of this though." Bonnie said.

"I need you to hang on a little longer. I want his room to be perfect mix of us."

Bonnie scrunched up her face. "I want this to be perfect too but your style does not match mines. Everything you're picking is so masculate and dark. I want him to be comfortable in his room. I want to be comfortable in it."

"I want a strong room for him."

"And I want soft and light."

Damon smiled down at Bonnie. Back to the bickering he thought. "Well it will match the rest of the house sooooo."

"And? He's coming out my vigina so I get the final say." She twirled and walked to a set that caught her eyes when they first walked in the store.

Damon jogged up to Bonnie. "I think we need to backtrack a little. How about this, Bon pick the furniture of your choice but in a walnut color and you can pick out the bedding."

"Also I want the paint choice too."

"Come on bon. I wanted to pick a deep blue."

"With the walnut? It will be too dark. And it cliche. Just cause he's a boy doesn't mean everything needs to be blue."

"I'll throw in a foot massage." Damon smirked down at her.

"What?" Bonnie looked at him bewildered.

"A foot massage for my paint choice." Damon smiled at her.

Bonnie cocked an eyebrow at him. Of course he would his magical hands as a bargaining chip for his choice.

"What? I'm trying to compromise here."

"I wanted gray slate color."

"Just think what I can do with my hands. I know your feet and back have been killing you. I'll rub you in all the right place. All you gotta do is let me choose the paint."

Bonnie rolled her eyes at him. "Damon. Let's be real. If I wanted it you'll do it. We all know were the massage would lead to. You're not going to be turning down sex."

"I've hold out before." Damon argued.

Bonnie threw her hands up in exasperation. "Why the hell are we talking about sex? We're trying to put our nursery together."

Damon gave her his best innocent looking he could muster. "I'm just trying to compromise with you."

"That's not how it works."

He shrugged at that. "So message for royal blue?"

Bonnie knew Damon was not going to let up. "How about a bluish grey?

Damon contemplated for a second before agreeing. "Deal. But no message for you."

Bonnie laughed. "We'll see."