a/n: the plot bunnies have crawled out of my moleskin notebook and have been poking at my brain all day...they eventually snuck into my hands and wrote this up...I hope you all enjoy it! Please review!
MINOR GRAMMAR EDIT 2/24/2012
MAJOR GRAMMAR EDIT 11/28/2012
Special thanks to Yuki's Adorable Girlfriend for being my inspiration for most of my stories. Love ya!
Disclaimer: Covert Affairs and its characters belong to USA Network (characters welcome). All rights reserved, of course...I just wish Auggie was mine ;)
August Anderson—ex-member of the United States Special Forces, the best techie in the whole damn CIA, and all around handsome, wonderful blind guy, August Anderson was at a complete loss of what to do.
And his equally beautiful, lovely wife thought it was hilarious.
"It's not funny," Auggie groaned. He frowned in Annie's direction as she completely failed to stifle her giggles.
"Yes it is," she smiled up at him, "It's very funny actually."
"It's not!" He looked affronted, "It's a very legitimate concern!"
"You know it's not," Annie laughed and shook her head. She turned away from her flustered husband. He made a few complaining sounds at her, but having lived together with him for three years now had fine-tuned Annie's skills when it came to ignoring him.
"I just don't understand why we have to pick something that's so…definitive," He said to try and regain her attention.
"Auggie, I'm so proud!" Annie glanced over her shoulder to look at him, "I didn't think you knew what definitive meant."
"I have a higher IQ than you," he responded with an eye-roll.
"That's probably true, but I can still beat you in the art of sight," she giggled and playfully smacked his arm to show she was just teasing him as usual.
"Not fair," he then paused. He realized that he'd gotten off track from his original point.
"Come on, Auggie," she took his hand and pulled him across the small room a little ways, "Just trust me."
"No," Auggie used Annie's grip on him to pull her right back into him, "I don't think you should be looking at those."
"Auggie, why?" she groaned. Exasperation laced her voice.
"Because," he said slowly, "I'm not paying for the painter to redo it."
Annie rolled her eyes.
"You won't have to," she did her best to sound reassuring, "I could redo the paint instead."
"No, you won't," Auggie countered, "You'll beg and whine and bribe me and I will end up paying for the damn painter to redo it. You know it as well as I do."
"Oh, I do, do I?"
"And, besides, everyone knows that if you go and choose a paint color just because you think you know what you're getting, then you'll get it wrong."
"Auggie," Annie rolled her eyes, her expression flat, "No one knows that."
"Yes they do," he countered.
"No. No, they don't. Now come on," she pulled Auggie across the room again. He sighe and hung his head dejectedly as Annie pulled him over to the wall of cards, all displaying the dozens of colors available to pick from. All of the cards were dozens and dozens of shades of blue.
"Hm, I like this one," Annie smiled after a few moments as she picked up one of the cards.
"Too bad I can't see it," Auggie playfully pouted.
Annie ignored him, "It's called Azure Dusk Sea Breeze," she read from the back of the card, "What do you think? Does that sound nice? It's a really pretty shade of light blue."
"Uh," Auggie shrugged. Azure Sea…what? Annie blinked at him, and then sighed too. She seemed to be doing that a lot today.
"You're useless," she huffed. She placed the card back into its little plastic slot.
"You're asking your husband, who may I remind you is blind, to help you pick out paint colors," He focused back into the task at hand, "Personally, I think I'm being as useful as I can here."
"Oh?" Annie asked, "How?"
"By trying to show you these," Auggie grabbed Annie's wrist and led her across the home improvement store isle and back over to the wall of paint cards he much preferred—the greens and yellows.
"Why do you want to use these?" She frowned and then tried to turn around and walk back over to the blues.
"Because," Auggie carefully wrapped his arms around Annie and hugged her against him to keep her from escaping, "They're much more gender neutral."
"We don't have to be gender neutral," she sounded like she was saying it for the tenth time that day, "We know that he's going to be a boy."
"We don't know that for sure," he countered, "And I already told you, when you paint the room based on what you think it's going to be, you end up jinxing yourself and you get the other gender."
Annie just stared at Auggie.
"That explanation doesn't sound very scientific. It's a wonder you passed high school biology," she told him flatly. He stuck his tongue out at her, which Annie tried to pinch between her fingers before he pulled it in again.
"I just don't want to have to explain to our child why it grew up in a room painted a gender specific color," Auggie explained, "The wrong gender specific color."
"Well, I don't want to paint the room yellow or green," Annie reached up to wrap her arms around Auggie's neck, "So now what?"
"Hmm," he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, "Maybe we'll just have to compromise?" he suggested.
Annie narrowed her eyes.
"We just might."
And that was why, three months later, August Anderson stood in the middle of a room painted with the top half of the walls Buttercup Valley yellow and the bottom half Azure Dusk Sea Breeze blue as he gently rocked the blanket wrapped bundle that was his newborn baby.
"Look," his whispered, a small smile on his face, "You're mommy's finally asleep. I can hear her snoring."
The baby gurgled contently as Auggie shifted slightly to reached over and take the slipping coffee cup from his wife's hand before she dropped it. She had finally fallen asleep, curled up in the overstuffed armchair the pair had crammed into their new nursery.
"I'll have to put her to bed too now, won't I?" Auggie cooed. He turned to face down at his little child as he set the cup down on the small table beside the chair, "I might as well have had two kids, huh?"
The baby gurgled again. It curled and uncured the tiny fingers on its little, pudgy fist while looking up at its father through drowsy blue eyes.
"Time for bed," Auggie whispered as he walked over to the baby's crib. He ducked under a mobile, which he was told was decorated with little ducks, and set the baby down, "There you go, sweetie, all comfortable."
The baby yawned and blinked up at its dad for a few moments before shutting its eyes and promptly drifting off to sleep.
"Sleep tight," Auggie whispered when he heard the baby start to softly snore. He turned away from the crib, just in time to hear Annie yawn. She blinked awake with a soft groan.
"Finally sleeping?" she murmured and motioned with her hand to the crib.
He nodded, "Out like a rock."
"Finally," she said, "Now it's our turn to go to bed."
Auggie grinned. He swooped down and schooped Annie into his arms. She smiled and snuggled against his chest.
"Hey, Auggie," she whispered as he carried her from the room.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"What do you think our baby dreams about?" she asked. Auggie laughed softly.
"Probably about what could possibly possess her parents to give their daughter a blue and yellow bedroom."