Five months down four to go…
I swear Courtney’s mood swings are driving me up the wall.
Like just yesterday I told her I would have to stay a couple more hours at work…
Flash back
“Courtney I have to stay a couple more hours at work today okay?”
I glanced at her while she was eating her cookie, her and her addiction to cookies ugh…
“Why Duncan? Why do you always have to do what is best for you? What about me and the baby!?”
I sighed and rubbed my temple. She’s always like this nowadays, happy one minute then sad or angry the other.
“I am thinking about you, we need the extra money for the baby don’t we, since your parents aren’t going to be supporting u-”
She starts sobbing then. “w-why did you have to bring up my p-parents? don’t you k-know how m-much grief they caused us? D-don’t you love me at all?”
I sighed, this was seriously getting out of hand.
“Courtney this is seriously getting ridiculous! You know I cant just skip work if you want to raise our child right!”
She looked aghast and shocked. The tears in her eyes glistened brightly threatening to fall any second. She sniffled and said, “c-cant you just take a break?”
I don’t know what came over me then.
I yelled, “ Courtney, try getting a job and beg your boss to give you a break!"
I stormed out the door feeling irritated, wow, that hasn’t happened since I left the island.
How could I have yelled at her like that? She looked like a lost puppy…
After work I came home seeing Courtney waddle around with that big stomach of hers-seriously is that really one baby?- and smile when she saw me. She ran toward me and gave me a huge hug.
See I told you that she would be happy one minute then some other crazy mood another minute, but it always resorted to happiness.
Ugh and lets not forget the maniac food cravings…
“Duncan I want chocolate covered tomatoes”
”Duncan I want some chocolate chip cookies…NOW!”
“Duncan today I’ve really been craving some of chef hatchets paste”
I had to put my foot down there.
“Are you serious? That stuff tastes like crap! And where the heck could I get that from?”
Courtney shrugged while giving me this look that said ‘well duh!’. “Why don’t you go ask him?”
“ Courtney, I am not going to go around trying to find some psycho chefs house just so you can eat some garbage.”
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. “oh really?”
I rolled my eyes. “yes really, case closed.”
Then what the hell was I doing here knocking at chefs door at four in the morning? I heard someone’s feet scuffle and open the door.
“You?! What the heck do you want boy! Can’t you tell time?”
I glared at him while giving him a death glare. “Listen, I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice, alright? But Courtney wants some of your disgusting paste-like food.”
His eyes lit up. “Why didn’t you just say so boy!?”
He led me inside while stirring up a batch of that…stuff. After about an hour while I was falling asleep he gave me the recipe along with the paste.
“Good luck with your…kid.”
Yeah I told him, but surprisingly he took kindly to it.
When I got home around 10 in the morning I thanked god I didn’t have work today.
I shoved the stuff at Courtney when I got in the door. She looked at me and made a disgusted face at it.
“Eww, Duncan why the heck would I want to eat that crap?”
I almost threw it at her face then.
Well I never said it would be easy to have Courtney pregnant…
I walked around and decided to settle for the couch where Courtney was eating her chocolate chip cookies. I swear after this whole mess is over, if I ever see another cookie again then I swear I will puke.
“Duncan do you think I’m fat?”
I glanced at her and considered saying ‘are you kidding me?’
“Courtney you’re pregnant…”
She threw her cookies on the ground and stood up. “What kind of an excuse is that?”
“Courtney don’t get mad, its not your fault the baby’s growing-well maybe it is…- besides are you sure its not two babies? Have you gone to do a ultra sound yet?”
“Duncan! Stop changing the subject! Wait! Do… you think my… baby is… big?”
Oh god…
“Duncan that is single handedly meanest thing you’ve ever said about my baby!”
“Babe its our baby…”
“UGH!”
I swear Courtney’s mood swings are driving me up the wall.
Like just yesterday I told her I would have to stay a couple more hours at work…
Flash back
“Courtney I have to stay a couple more hours at work today okay?”
I glanced at her while she was eating her cookie, her and her addiction to cookies ugh…
“Why Duncan? Why do you always have to do what is best for you? What about me and the baby!?”
I sighed and rubbed my temple. She’s always like this nowadays, happy one minute then sad or angry the other.
“I am thinking about you, we need the extra money for the baby don’t we, since your parents aren’t going to be supporting u-”
She starts sobbing then. “w-why did you have to bring up my p-parents? don’t you k-know how m-much grief they caused us? D-don’t you love me at all?”
I sighed, this was seriously getting out of hand.
“Courtney this is seriously getting ridiculous! You know I cant just skip work if you want to raise our child right!”
She looked aghast and shocked. The tears in her eyes glistened brightly threatening to fall any second. She sniffled and said, “c-cant you just take a break?”
I don’t know what came over me then.
I yelled, “ Courtney, try getting a job and beg your boss to give you a break!"
I stormed out the door feeling irritated, wow, that hasn’t happened since I left the island.
How could I have yelled at her like that? She looked like a lost puppy…
After work I came home seeing Courtney waddle around with that big stomach of hers-seriously is that really one baby?- and smile when she saw me. She ran toward me and gave me a huge hug.
See I told you that she would be happy one minute then some other crazy mood another minute, but it always resorted to happiness.
Ugh and lets not forget the maniac food cravings…
“Duncan I want chocolate covered tomatoes”
”Duncan I want some chocolate chip cookies…NOW!”
“Duncan today I’ve really been craving some of chef hatchets paste”
I had to put my foot down there.
“Are you serious? That stuff tastes like crap! And where the heck could I get that from?”
Courtney shrugged while giving me this look that said ‘well duh!’. “Why don’t you go ask him?”
“ Courtney, I am not going to go around trying to find some psycho chefs house just so you can eat some garbage.”
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. “oh really?”
I rolled my eyes. “yes really, case closed.”
Then what the hell was I doing here knocking at chefs door at four in the morning? I heard someone’s feet scuffle and open the door.
“You?! What the heck do you want boy! Can’t you tell time?”
I glared at him while giving him a death glare. “Listen, I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice, alright? But Courtney wants some of your disgusting paste-like food.”
His eyes lit up. “Why didn’t you just say so boy!?”
He led me inside while stirring up a batch of that…stuff. After about an hour while I was falling asleep he gave me the recipe along with the paste.
“Good luck with your…kid.”
Yeah I told him, but surprisingly he took kindly to it.
When I got home around 10 in the morning I thanked god I didn’t have work today.
I shoved the stuff at Courtney when I got in the door. She looked at me and made a disgusted face at it.
“Eww, Duncan why the heck would I want to eat that crap?”
I almost threw it at her face then.
Well I never said it would be easy to have Courtney pregnant…
I walked around and decided to settle for the couch where Courtney was eating her chocolate chip cookies. I swear after this whole mess is over, if I ever see another cookie again then I swear I will puke.
“Duncan do you think I’m fat?”
I glanced at her and considered saying ‘are you kidding me?’
“Courtney you’re pregnant…”
She threw her cookies on the ground and stood up. “What kind of an excuse is that?”
“Courtney don’t get mad, its not your fault the baby’s growing-well maybe it is…- besides are you sure its not two babies? Have you gone to do a ultra sound yet?”
“Duncan! Stop changing the subject! Wait! Do… you think my… baby is… big?”
Oh god…
“Duncan that is single handedly meanest thing you’ve ever said about my baby!”
“Babe its our baby…”
“UGH!”
Is it wrong to fall in love with the wrong type of person? Is love even a word, or is it a made of vocablary used to define someone's unbelieveable passion for somebody. My farther always said to find a nice young lady, who I have to protected, and care for. But what if it turn around?
What if the lady is stronger than you? What if she's faster, or smarter than you? What if she wants to feed on you?
Could you really go that far to be with her? I mean my town, hunts there kind, to make sure there is none left standing.
When your in this kind of situation, who can stand by you love....or your people.....
What if the lady is stronger than you? What if she's faster, or smarter than you? What if she wants to feed on you?
Could you really go that far to be with her? I mean my town, hunts there kind, to make sure there is none left standing.
When your in this kind of situation, who can stand by you love....or your people.....
Courtney's POV
"Don't forget to buy the sparklers Courtney!" My mom yelled at me while I went out to buy groceries and fireworks for the block party tonight.
"Stupid block party" I muttered under my breath. Every year my family lines up a block party. It would be fun, if there was someone my age on my street.
Instead I have to babysit runny-nosed 3 year olds. What a fun forth of July AGAIN!
First I bought the groceries and then I headed to go buy the fireworks. I was complaining to myself the whole time.
Duncan's POV
"Duncan we are going to a block party tonight, your coming!" My mom told me I was sitting on my bed carving another skull.
"Why can't I go out?" I asked "I don't want a repeat of last year!" My mom said "But it was fun! How was I supposed to know they where illegal!" I whined to my mom.
"Duncan your coming and that's final!"My mom stated and walked out the door. "Fine!" I yelled, I so wasn't looking forward to tonight.
Next part block party!
"Don't forget to buy the sparklers Courtney!" My mom yelled at me while I went out to buy groceries and fireworks for the block party tonight.
"Stupid block party" I muttered under my breath. Every year my family lines up a block party. It would be fun, if there was someone my age on my street.
Instead I have to babysit runny-nosed 3 year olds. What a fun forth of July AGAIN!
First I bought the groceries and then I headed to go buy the fireworks. I was complaining to myself the whole time.
Duncan's POV
"Duncan we are going to a block party tonight, your coming!" My mom told me I was sitting on my bed carving another skull.
"Why can't I go out?" I asked "I don't want a repeat of last year!" My mom said "But it was fun! How was I supposed to know they where illegal!" I whined to my mom.
"Duncan your coming and that's final!"My mom stated and walked out the door. "Fine!" I yelled, I so wasn't looking forward to tonight.
Next part block party!
