Ugh....is it over yet? [Private for Dean]
Faith was really getting tired of this whole being pregnant thing. She was 8 months now, her belly gigantic, nearly ready to give birth but not near close enough. She'd taken off work at the Firecracker, leaving it to her employees until she'd be ready to go back again. Which might be a while after she had the baby.
Ed was at daycare, which was lucky because Faith wasn't feeling much up for trying to chase after the little boy. She was tired. She leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Ugh. Nothing in the kitchen looked good to her. And she'd be damned if she was going to be cooking herself any lunch. Screw that.
She pulled out her phone to message Dean, 'Can you get a pizza and some ice cream? I'm too lazy to cook anything.'
Ed was at daycare, which was lucky because Faith wasn't feeling much up for trying to chase after the little boy. She was tired. She leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Ugh. Nothing in the kitchen looked good to her. And she'd be damned if she was going to be cooking herself any lunch. Screw that.
She pulled out her phone to message Dean, 'Can you get a pizza and some ice cream? I'm too lazy to cook anything.'