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“I want to have a baby.”
“What?” Mike looked at his girlfriend curled up next to him on the sofa.
“I want to have a baby, Mike. Don’t you?”
“Kate, we’ve been over this…”
“I don’t care. I don’t understand why you don’t want to have a kid!”
Mike groaned quietly. “I don’t want to have this fight now. We’re sitting here, talking about where we’re going to go for dinner, I suggest we try the Applebee’s they just opened up on Route 26 and you start talking about having a baby!”
Kate pouted. “Think of how great it would be! You love kids. I know you do.”
“I do, babe, I do, but they are so much work! You have to put in a lot of effort.”
“I have to put in a lot of effort? Just me?”
Mike groaned again, a bit louder. “You know what I meant. If we had a baby you know I’d help, but… I don’t know, come on, let’s just go out to dinner.”
Kate crossed her arms and squared her shoulders, huffing angrily.
“Aw, Kate! I’m just saying… look, do you know how much a kid costs? We don’t make a lot of money, you really think we could afford to have one? Really?”
“We could afford one. Kids don’t cost that much.”
Mike rolled his eyes. So much for a nice dinner out. There was no way he was going to win the argument. Now he was going to have to spend the next couple hours making a baby. Great.
“Fine. We’ll have a kid.”
Kate squealed with delight. “I’ll go to the store and pick one out! You get the marinade ready, ok?” She kissed him and then grabbed her keys and dashed out of the apartment, singing happily. Mike grumbled and set the oven to preheat. This was worse than when she discovered lobster for the first time.