"Dorian.." Marisol would sigh softly, rolling her eyes. "I'm not saying you can not buy our baby stuff, go crazy if you want, just right now I don't even know the kids sex and until I do I don't want a metric ton of baby stuff flooding out my apartment." Maybe he'd understand her point of view, or maybe it would fly right over his head and out a window. Sighing again Mari's shoulders would slump, "I'm sorry if you think I didn't want you in the kids life, I do want you there. Hand to the best fairy tale ever told otherwise known as God."