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So I'm sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee this morning and reading the paper when Amy comes in wearing a pair of jeans and her bra. She's staring at herself like she's changed colors and then sighs and looks up at me and places her hands on her hips, "Do my boobs look bigger to you?"
I just let my mind wrap itself around that while I stare at her chest, "I guess so," I squint a bit and take another drink of coffee, "Want an exam?"
She looks like she thinks I'm serious and then she frowns at me, "Not funny," Then she goes to the cupboard and starts setting random foods on the counter, "Don't we have any graham crackers?"
This time I'm the one frowning, "You really are pregnant aren't you?"
For a second I'm scared she's going to burst into tears but then she just goes back to what she was doing. I love that she puts up with my crap. But hate that she turned her back to me again.
"I don't think I like what I'm wearing," She sighs and opens up a can of peaches, sticks a fork in them and turns back around. As soon as she pulls one out of the can to take a bite juice drips onto her stomach and she screams, "Great!"
And she walks away before I get a chance to help her clean it off.
But she comes back in short shorts and a t-shirt. I blink, "You spill on your stomach and change your whole outfit?"
She turns and looks at me, "That doesn't make sense?"
I shrug and take a sip of my coffee. I can feel her glaring at the back of my head, so I turn around and glare right back at her. Her eyebrows crease and I grin, she huffs in annoyance and flops down on the couch, "I'd say you're having mood swings."
"I am not."
I stood and went around to face her. She put a pillow over her face. I took it from her and she frowned; it was more cute then threatening so I flopped down next to her and put my hand on her knee. She glanced over at me and sighed, "This is hard already."
"Yep. Can't wait till you're big as a hot air balloon," She smacked my arm and I laughed. I don't think I've told her how much I'm actually looking forward to it all.
Especially since I get to be with her the entire time.
I just let my mind wrap itself around that while I stare at her chest, "I guess so," I squint a bit and take another drink of coffee, "Want an exam?"
She looks like she thinks I'm serious and then she frowns at me, "Not funny," Then she goes to the cupboard and starts setting random foods on the counter, "Don't we have any graham crackers?"
This time I'm the one frowning, "You really are pregnant aren't you?"
For a second I'm scared she's going to burst into tears but then she just goes back to what she was doing. I love that she puts up with my crap. But hate that she turned her back to me again.
"I don't think I like what I'm wearing," She sighs and opens up a can of peaches, sticks a fork in them and turns back around. As soon as she pulls one out of the can to take a bite juice drips onto her stomach and she screams, "Great!"
And she walks away before I get a chance to help her clean it off.
But she comes back in short shorts and a t-shirt. I blink, "You spill on your stomach and change your whole outfit?"
She turns and looks at me, "That doesn't make sense?"
I shrug and take a sip of my coffee. I can feel her glaring at the back of my head, so I turn around and glare right back at her. Her eyebrows crease and I grin, she huffs in annoyance and flops down on the couch, "I'd say you're having mood swings."
"I am not."
I stood and went around to face her. She put a pillow over her face. I took it from her and she frowned; it was more cute then threatening so I flopped down next to her and put my hand on her knee. She glanced over at me and sighed, "This is hard already."
"Yep. Can't wait till you're big as a hot air balloon," She smacked my arm and I laughed. I don't think I've told her how much I'm actually looking forward to it all.
Especially since I get to be with her the entire time.