Calvin gently pushed the door to his room open. He found Allison sitting at the edge of the bed, staring down at the little piece of cloth she was holding; a baby onesie, and it seemed like she was lost in thoughts. She didn't even notice his presence at all. He sighed.
He stalked over to her and placed his hand on her hair and she jumped. She looked and saw that it was him.
"Calvin, you startled me."
"What were you thinking so deeply about?" he asked, while stroking her hair.
"Not something really serious," she said.
"Allison you didn't even notice that I was in the room until I touched you," he sighed and crouched down to her level, "Give me that... please."
"This?" she asked, gesturing at the cloth, "I just like staring at it." She smiled at him, but it didn't reach her eyes. "When I told Delia that I was pregnant, even though it was just two weeks, she took me shopping, saying that the baby needs clothes," she said and chuckled lightly.
