Howard stared at his
wife. She was standing in the middle of
their kitchen holding a bunch of carrots in one hand, and a bag full of plastic
bendy straws in the other, starting to tear up.
This would be very unusual, even for Haley, expect for the fact that she
also had an eight months pregnant belly.
“I just don’t know what to do.” She nearly cried.
Howard knew that laughing
would not help the situation. Neither
would asking where in the world she got the carrots, because he knew for a fact
there were none in the house when he left for work that morning. Howard figured that his only safe option was
to say, “What don’t you know what to do about?” and to stay carefully out of arms
reach just in case Haley decided to start swinging.
“I wanted to make you a
delicious dinner, because you’ve been so patient eating only baby friendly
foods, but I wasn’t sure what I could make and I couldn’t find the casserole
dish, and we were out of carrots and—“
Howard stepped forward and
pulled Haley into a hug before she could really get on a roll and then have a
complete breakdown. He hugged her from the side so that he didn’t risk freaking
her out about “squishing the baby,” an irrational fear she had developed over
the past two weeks or so. Haley let out
a slow breath and rested her head against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she groaned.
“You’re sorry? What on earth
for?”
“For being a bad wife.”
“You’re a bad wife? Since
when?”
“Since forever.”
“Forever? Huh. I haven’t
noticed. No. You know who was a bad
wife? Wasn’t there some woman who cut
off her husband’s dick while he slept?
Like in the nineties? That, my dear, was a bad wife.”
“How do you even remember
that?” Haley couldn’t help but chuckle a
little.
“I’ve got a knack for old
news stories.” Howard laughed back,
giving Haley the smallest of shakes.
“You want to make me happy with dinner tonight?” Howard felt Haley nod against his chest.
“Then let’s go out.”
“Out? Where?”
“Oh, I think you know
where.”
“Ick. Howie. Come on.”
“Your call.”
There was a moment of
silence and then, “Fine. But this is the
last time until this baby is at least six months old.”
“Deal.” Howard slowly took the carrots and the straws
out of Haley’s hands, and then placed them down gently on the counter. Wrapping Haley up in her coat, they headed
out to Howard’s favorite restaurant.
Maybe he was a little bit
taking advantage of the situation. But
hey. She most certainly was the best wife ever.
Thoughts while reading this:
ReplyDelete1) ... You can't stick bendy straws in carrots. *wants to try*
2) He remembers because that's a very memorable case for a guy. *nods emphatically*
3) He's taking her to Hooters?
4) BEKAH POSTED FICTION BEKAH POSTED FICTION BEKAH POSTED FICTION I AM SUCH A HAPPY GWEN RIGHT NOW
5) These two are adorable. :)