“This is cute.” Kris pulled out a royal blue sweater dress from the clothing rack and held it out for me to see.

I glanced at the dress and frowned. “I don't understand why you like me in dresses so much.” I wondered and rolled my eyes. “I hate dresses.”

With Kris having some free time from work, we finally got around to putting those gifts cards our moms gifted us awhile ago. They had both gotten me a $200 gift card for a popular maternity clothing store in town as soon as they found out I was pregnant. I wasn't planning on buying any maternity clothing because I was just going to keep growing then the clothes would be useless. I had originally planned on just taking some of Kris' clothes to wear throughout my pregnancy since he was considerably larger than I am and it's not like he cared anyway, in fact he seemed to find great enjoyment when he see's me in his clothing but since this is a gift from mommy, I can't say no.

“But you look cute in dresses.” Kris voiced, longingly looking at the dress that he thought would look fantastic on his lovely pregnant wife. “Can't we just get some?” Kris chased after me while still holding onto the dress when I left him in search for other things that would fit my taste. “If you're uncomfortable, you can just wear it around me.” He compromised or more like practically begged. “I don't like others seeing you in dresses anyway.” Kris muttered, his possessive side starting to come out.

“Would it make you happy?” I blinked up at him and asked. Kris fervently nodded his head with an eager grin. I smiled and patted his cheek, “No.”

“Why?!” He violently whined. I giggled at his childish behavior and turned my attention onto the clothing before me instead. “You can just wear it around me.”

I shook my head and went through the shirts on the rack, “I don't like wearing dresses.”

“You don't have to wear them all the time.” He attempted to persuade. Kris helplessly looked down at the dress and struggled to find some way he could make me agree to his pleads, “Just..”

“No.” I firmly rejected.

“Come on!!” He cried and stomped his feet. I loudly laughed at his actions and reached up to pinch his cheeks. Goodness, does he even know how ridiculous he looks doing what he just did? He's over six feet tall yet he's throwing tantrums as if he were two. Kris tightly held onto my hand and rubbed it against his cheeks. “Just a couple. For me?” He asked while jutting out his bottom lip.

I sighed and playfully rolled my eyes. “Okay.” I agreed, finally giving into his request. Even if I hated wearing dresses, I couldn't say no when Kris was so persistent on the idea. And compared to everything he's done for me during these past few months, wearing a dress for him wasn't a big deal at all.

Kris pumped his fist in satisfaction and held out that same blue dress for me again, “I really like this.”

After going through a few more rows of clothing with both Kris and me grabbing onto any clothing that caught our eye, we finally came back together to share our findings.

I looked at all the dresses in Kris' arms with amusement, “Oppa, that's more than a couple of dresses.” Kris lovingly looked down at me, silently begging to let him get all these dresses for me to wear. I chuckled at his expression and took the dresses out of his arms before pulling him to where the dressing rooms were.

“You'll really wear them?” Kris hopefully questioned.

I nodded my head, “Since it makes you happy.”

He sent me a sunny smile and wrapped his arms around me, fitting his body against mine. He pressed a lingering kiss on the top of my head and through all the clothing until the royal blue dress from earlier came into view, “You should try on the blue one first.”

“Okay.” I walk towards an empty fitting room and went inside. I set all the clothing down onto the bench that was settled in the room before turning back to close the door. I frowned upon seeing Kris' towering figure, sweetly grinning down at me. A little too sweetly if you ask me.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked with a frown.

“I wanted to see if you needed help getting dressed.” He charmingly answered.

I suppressed my laughter and pushed him out the door, “Get out of here you ert.” Assuring that Kris would not try to come into the fitting room anymore, I finally stripped out of my clothes and changed into the blue dress Kris was so adamant on getting me to wear. I examined myself in the mirror with a deep frown once I had the dress on. I tried fixing the piece of clothing around to make it look more presentable but nothing seemed to work. The dress was fine for the most parts but t