“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” You say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” You smile.
He looks up at you in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the couch to face you.
You just smile.
He scoops you up into a giant hug.
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“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.
