Rosemary’s Local Flowers, Littleton, Ohio
Why would anyone open up a floral shop, in Littleton? If the name wasn’t a dead giveaway, it was a small town, with a smaller population, that didn’t even get its own little acknowledgement on Wikipedia. He checked. He was busying up the roses, that nobody was going to buy. It was January 11th, no one wanted to buy flowers on the 11th of January.
February was the busier month because of Valentine’s day. Yet, the only people who walked into the florist, were generally young teenager girls dreaming up their weddings and what kind of flowers they would have. But of course no one would marry here in Littleton. There’s nothing for a long mile of road, till you hit one of the major cities in Ohio.
They live in the bum fuck of nowhere and he was becoming displeased with this very notion that there was nothing to do in the bum fuck of nowhere. Other than to complain about the bum fuck of nowhere. He saw the hazy shadows of people coming towards the door. Time to put on his happy face and pretend that he cared.
A snicker came from the doorway as single female entered the small flower shop. Her hair was pulled back in a slick bun high on top of her head as though she was too good for the world around her. Her eyes quickly flickered over to the man who was adjusting the roses. She quickly averted her gaze and went to look at the different inventory that they had.
“How can I help you?” he asked moving from the roses, only because the kids thought because they had no cameras they could steal the nick nacks. And beyond that though, it felt awkward on his tongue to be both pleasant for good customer service and at the same irritated that anyone bothered to walk in.
Her eye went from the tulips to his face. Her eyebrow arched as she looked him over appraisingly.
“No I am fine,” She said dismissing him from her presence.
“What brings you in then?” he asked, with the same plastered smile on his face, like if it were plastic. It felt unnatural and unpleasant to smile this much at one time. It went against his interpersonal introverted nature.
“To perhaps get of the cold. What business is it of yours?” Her tone clipped.
“The fact that I work here, the fact that the little hellions from the high school keep stealing items that don’t belong to them,” he replied, she was kind of irritating, so he stopped smiling all together.
“Well if you must know, I am here to get flowers. Duh,” She rolled her eyes and went back to browsing the shelves, but not before she checked him out once more.
“Flowers, for what? You know that is my job, to help a customer out,” he replied crossing his arms, exactly who was this teenage bitch?
“For my aunt if you again must know. But really it’s none of your concern I can figure out what I want on my own.” She continued her perusal of the different flowers.
“My job makes it my concern,” he huffed, before walking off, “I’ll be over here, when you want to take the stick outta your ass.”
This felt familiar, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he swore he had this very argument with someone a few months back. Except that he tried to let that go. He didn’t like to hold onto arguments.
“Good for you, I already know what I want.” She said pointing to a display of yellow tulips. “I shall take six of these, a handful of the yellow roses, if you have any in stock.” She glanced around once again before adding, “And some baby’s breath.” She noded and waited.
“What’s this for?” he asked her, showing a card, “I need to know so we can put the right order on the package.”
“She is sickly, has been hospitalized recently” She stated clearly with a certain distaste.
Well now. Now he got to show off his smarty pants side. You know about flowers. He turned to her.
“Have you considered something without pollen? Most hospitals are concerned about allergies and as much as roses are a good choice because they expose less pollen. Have you considered a nice houseplant? That would mean a lot more than roses that eventually die. And who do you think changes the water? Not the patients. Less work for the nurses, we got small houseplants on that side of the shelf,” he replied.
“It’s just something pretty for the moment:” She said snappishly. Her thoughts for a moment flashed to a few months to her encounters with the football jock. She almost shuddered at the thought.
“Houseplants can be pretty, the cactuses are pretty to look at when they bloom their flowers,” he replied to her with a straight face. She was not a pretty cactus though, she was just an ugly thorn bush and he wasn’t having fun stepping in it.
“Maybe you are right,” She said her eyes meeting his, seeming slightly glazed, for but a moment before she dropped them.
He didn’t say anything as he walked over to the shelf and picked out a pot.
“I like these, they don’t need a lot of attention or a lot of water,” he told her, seemingly ignoring whatever this teenage moment was.
“Yeah that’s should work. Thanks,” She muttered almost to herself.
“No problem, that’s going to be 9.96,” he told her. Making his way over to the register to input the numbers. She followed behind him her eyes staring almost directly at the floor.
She took out her wallet and handed him a twenty, waiting for her change.
He imputed the twenty dollar bill into a calculator, opened the old register up, grabbed ten dollars and four pennies.
“Here,” he told her.
“Thanks,” She mumbled taking her change, her face somewhat flushed as she took her plant.
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He was starting to get tired of the teenagers waltzing into here. But the adults never waltzed into here because it was a small town. Again, no one wants a fucking wedding in Littleton. Couldn’t Rosemary see that? He was watching these boys in their baggy pants, just looking around here. They been here for half ‘n hour, laughing like dorks.
And he raised his eyebrow. Than one of the idiots, swiped the smallest houseplant they could in his backpack. What the fuck? You’re stealing a fucking houseplant.
“Hey!” Neal called out, but the boys were already bolting out the door. He was going to fucking catch them, switching the open sign to, be back soon. He bolted out the door, nearly catching those idiots, but the kids blindly ran through the crosswalk, while traffic was coming.
“FUCK YOU!” he shouted, “I’m coming for you! I’ll find where you fucking live! And fuck your shit up!”
She saw him run out of the store screaming at the kids who shoved by her. She impatiently stood in front of the floral shop waiting for his return. Her foot tapping furiously on the pavement.
He huffed and kicked a pebble down the sidewalk. This is why he hated teenagers, who is ghetto as fuck to steal a houseplant. Oh and his day got better as she was here. Freaking toothpick stabbed in his side.
“What do you want?” he asked her, casting a glance at her.
“Another plant…” She huffed impatiently.
“The other wasn’t good enough?” he raised an eyebrow, “I don’t get regular customers.” Either no one walked in and the ones who did come in usually stole something and never came back. Particularly because someone’s nice car met it’s end with a baseball bat the last time they stole from the shop.
“Needless to say, the gift wasn’t well received.” She said her cheeks tinged with a hint of blush.
“Just sounds like people don’t have taste,” he replied biting his lip, “My suggestion was the perfect suggestion and people are just going to have to accept that.”
“Perfect?” She said her eyebrow arched up.
“Well yes, I am the working at the flower shop, they are not, I am the expert and the face of flower authority and they are just going to have to accept that,”
“Well tell that to my aunt,” She said with a smile.
“Call her up, I will,”
With a smile still on her face she reached for her phone, prepared to dial.
“You sure?” Her eyebrow still remained arched and it was almost as if she was holding back laughter.
“Call her up,” he was being serious, he didn’t like the idea that someone was questioning that he would. He never once did not accept a challenge someone gave him.
She pressed dial before handing the phone to him.
“Have fun.” She said with a slight giggle.
He raised an eyebrow. No one could out class or out beat his words of silence.
“Hello? Rochelle, what is it honey?” came a reply quite inquiry through the phone’s speakers.
“Hello, Mrs….well I honestly don’t know your name, Mrs. Aunt. My name is Neal Frost, and I have heard from um the young woman that you don’t like the gift I suggested,” he replied.
“Well, it was just too prickly for my taste,” her voice was hoarse.
“Probably prickly enough if you cannot accept the gift of someone who was clearly trying to get you a gift. And clearly you didn’t consider the asthma in the hospital the other people might have in a hospital. Most hospitals don’t really allow flowers these days,”
“Put my niece on the phone!” She demanded before breaking into a fit of coughs.
“Here,” he handed the girl the phone.
“Yes?” she said taken the phone and speaking into it. Her smile slowly dimmed and an appearance of irritation became clearly sketched onto her face.
“I am sorry. I will get something else I promise. Yes. Okay. Yes. Like I said I understand. I am sorry. Bye.” She hung up the phone and then started laughing again.
“You pretty much pissed her off. She is demanding what I originally came to get, which are by the way her two favorite flowers.” She flashed him another smile.
“The hospitals banned flowers, I am just doing my job,”
She just simple shrugged.
“It’s life. But can I have the yellow tulips and roses?”
“Not in a hospital,” he replied, “what do you people not get about a legal ban on flowers?”
“That hopefully she will die and I won’t have to deal with it anymore,” She responded with a smirk.
“Then I’ll get you those things at her funeral,”
“Yes, which should be soon at this rate.”
“Good,”
She continued to smile at him.
“Perhaps I shall see you around. The name is Rochelle Anna Bellarose. But most people call me Anna.” She said as she made her way towards the door sort of waving behind her.
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Bobbi’s Burgers
He was sitting on a bench outside the grease hell that was Bobbi;s he didn’t even know what he was doing this. She was beyond his age, but he was sitting here waiting to get early onset diabetes.
She first noticed him sitting down waiting. She was only maybe a second late, normally she would have been there a half hour early but she had to stay after to discuss a project with a teacher. As she approached him, she saw that he was wearing a brown cardigan with a blue polo shirt, black slacks, and a pair of black converse.
“I am so sorry,” She said as she was almost directly in front of him.
“I wasn’t paying attention to the time anyway, I been here since I got off work,”
Her face flushed with a tinge of pink again and she smiled at him.
“Really? So long?”
He stared at her, the pink flannel shirt made her actually look like a young woman for once. He just squinted an expression before saying nothing at all.
“Ready to get coronary artery disease?” he asked her, standing up, heading towards the door.
She nodded as she followed held the door open for herself.
She was really weird, as she rejected his advance by opening her own door. Ah jeez, what did he get himself into? Let alone he might get arrested at some point tonight. Though he honestly didn’t care. They mutually agreed that a date would be an acceptable payment for her aunt’s bitchiness. Turns out Aunts are evil, scary, and kind of stalkerish as she came storming, as sick as she was, into his floral shop about two weeks ago. Chewing him out.
“Corner’s a better choice,” he said, to hide the fact that they were here together, he guessed.
“Good idea,” She mumbled as she walked over to an empty corner booth that seemed out of the way from everyone else’s view. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves.
“So,” he said, taking a card off the table, the menus were lying on the table, the place definitely had more of an old fashioned diner vibe than the newer modern eateries.
“Yeah so, I think I know what I will have.” She said without really glancing at the menu. It was a burger place after all. How hard is it to pick out a burger?
“You ever been here before?” he asked her raising a brow.
“Nope.” She responded confidently. “But I know I want a burger. And this is after all a burger joint right?”
She was most definitely an idiot.
“Yeah if you order a burger here, people are going to look at you like you’re an idiot,” he replied, “look, the menu, has a selection on it and you checkmark it off. Do you want a beef patty, a bison patty, chicken or turkey, etc. Than what kind of cheese and whatever.”
“Oh,” Her response was slow but she looked for a marker or pen to check off what she wanted, chewing on her lower lip. Noting the container of pencil she reached over and began checking off what she wanted.
“But I do know what I want,” he replied, taking his pencil and check marking down the list.
“I hope I did this right.” She said placing down the pencil and watching what he did with his list.
“Probably,” he responded, “What do you do?” he frowned at the table, “beside high school.”
“I enjoy spending time at rallies.” She said.
“Rallies?” he asked her.
“Yeah.. I believe that woman should be treated equally as men.” She stated making direct eye contact with him.
What have you gotten yourself into Neal? You stumbled into this pit hole. Should get out now. Yet, he was curious as to what made her beliefs these beliefs.
“How did you get into that?” he asked her.
“Life,” She said averting her eyes to look at her fingernails.
He stared at the table.
“Life?” he asked her, the waitress came over and smiled at them both.
“I’ll take your cards now, what would you like to drink?” the waitress asked them.
He waited for her response.
“Water,” She responded looking up at the waitress before looking back at her fingers.
“Ice tea,” he replied.
“I’ll get that to you two in just a moment,” the waitress dashed off, and he stared at her again.
“So, Rochelle, what’s life got you against men?”
“Anna, please” She said correcting him. “And a lot, too much for just one conversation.”
“So, why did you agree to this little thing, if you’re not going to answer a few poking questions? You can ask me a few poking questions if you like,”
“What you are asking is a question that I am not sure you want to truly know the answer to.” She glanced up at him. “I don’t think you would want me to turn into a watering pot.”
“It be nice to see you actually have leaves and aren’t some sun dried up thorn bush,” he replied, why was all his metaphors end up into the flower category?
“Well, rape is not a conversation you have at the dinner table.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears but a small smile touched her lips.
Ah. The big R word. Should he take it so casually as he did, with a relaxed stare, and a stunted glance.
“Probably not, but if there’s ever going to be anything between us, you cannot safeguard yourself from me forever, I appreciate that you mentioned it at least, thank you, we can talk more about it later,”
She nodded once in agreement before letting the topic go.
“I think we should talk about why you work in a floral shop.” She said teasingly.
He shifted his napkin in his hands.
“Because it’s a quiet job, and no one bothers me,” he replied, “well sometimes. Really because I end up in fights in any other job.” he kind of gave off a nervous, ha and the waitress came back, setting down their drinks quickly before disappearing to assist with some other customers.
“Well it can’t be too bad, better than school, I would think,” She smiled trying to ease any tension he might feel.
“Maybe it’s because I am quiet and don’t stand out, but my temper is not something easy to handle,” he kind of laugh at the stupid things he had done in the years of his personal rage. His father would tell him because he was a raging homosexual. That always pissed him off the most.
“I am sure you didn’t truly mean any harm, unless that person deserved it.” She chuckled at the thought of their second meeting.
“I break property not people,” he kind of smiled reminiscently at the first time he found himself at the police station.
“That look says you’ve done some pretty fun things in your lifetime. I could almost be jealous.”
“It’s not fun,”
That’s just the lens of a teenager. To think something like that was fun.
“Perhaps you are right. But at the same time maybe living life and knowing you are still alive is better than the view of being halfway towards your gravestone.”
He didn’t respond at first.
“Maybe,”
She simply shrugged, as her stomach growled.
“I wonder how much longer this food is going to take.” She said as her cheeks again colored a shade of pink.
“Well they make the buns and everything from scratch, probably not longer, depends if you like your meat well cooked,” he replied with a smile, “They always give you a basket of fries. I can barely even finish the burger.” he laughs.
“Good, I am almost glad I missed lunch today then.” She said jokingly, though her day had been pretty crazy, with tests and what you would expect from a high school student.
“I forget to eat, I get so busy in my designs, and get so focused on it, that I totally forget. Time flies by, shoom, and then I am like why do I feel like a ghost murdered me,”
“Yeah I totally get that, school has been so overwhelming, what with the advance placement testing coming soon.” She smiled at him and attempted to swallow a nervous giggle.
Their plates were slid onto the table and the waitress smiled.
“It’s really sweet of you to take your sister out, I wish a lot more families would do that,” she said, “If you need anything, don’t feel free to ask me.”
Anna blushed fiercely. And refused to say anything to the waitress. Instead she ignored her to take a bite of the burger she order.
“Oh um….thanks….she’s not my sister,” he said a little nervously. The waitressed raised an eyebrow and gave a judgmental stare, before walking off.
Well that was awkward.
“What do you got there?” he asked Anna about what she ordered,”
“A hamburger with bacon, cheddar, onions, and some barbeque sauce.” She said taking another bite. She chewed for a moment before swallowing.
“What did you get?”
“I have myself a black bean burger, with brussel sprouts, mustard, and relish,” he said, “with mushrooms and black olives. Because.”
“Oh, yum.” She said as she continued to eat away at her burger, taking sips of water to wash it down. “Are you a vegetarian?”
“Vegan actually,” he replied, cutting his hamburger in half.
“Oh?” Her eyebrow arched up wards for a minute as she processed the thought.
“How long have you been a vegan?”
“Five years,”
“What triggered the decision?” Curiosity, egging her on.
“Don’t really know,” he replied, “I guess I was challenged to do it, and I liked it enough that I do it for health reasons. Feels better this way.”
“Ahhh,” She said with a nod as she started in on her fries leaving her burger about a third of the way eaten. Her water had been almost depleted and she took a moment to let the thoughts process.
“Don’t worry I am not one of those idiots who shove some stupid doctrine people’s throats. People are stupid that way they think they know more than what they know and fail to realize their own mistakes. They fail to realize their own knowledge has a limitation and that we will never get a straight answer, we believe ourselves better than we are,” he frowned, for a second, but took a bite of the corner, and grabbed a fry while it was still hot.
She bite into a french fry taking the time to process what he was saying.
“Would you prefer I was a vegan and could match your eating habits?” She asked thoughtful for a moment.
Now he was irritated.
“Didn’t I just tell you I don’t care what other people do,” he snapped at her.
She looked down at her plate taking a bite of her fries.
“Yes..” She said back with a biting tone, before going back to eating.
“I am not here to push my doctrine on people,” he told her, “Don’t ever think I am that type of person. Those type of people disgust me the most.”
Was it sad, he was full off a few bites? Maybe he should eat for her sake so she doesn’t think there’s something wrong with him. But he generally doesn’t eat that much. This burger would last him at least three days.
She took another sip of water before pushing the fries away from herself.
“Mmm, the food was perfection.” She said licking her lips.
“Do you maybe wanna get outta here? After we pay of course.” She said taking out her wallet.
What was he doing here? It was more irritating to him that he even went along with this plan. He didn’t know what was wrong. Or how his mood shifted so quickly from positivity to hyperactive anger. He simply bit his lip drawing blood.
“No, no I don’t think so, I’ll pay,” he told her, getting up.
“But,” She said holding up her money.
“No, I’ll pay, you’ll pay next time,”
“Deal.” She said nodding and putting her wallet back in her jumbo purse.
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The truck stopped in front of the two story home. Anna unbuckled herself and opened the door to the truck and slipped out into the fresh air. She had a bit of a kink in her neck and was kind of warn out from the exhausting trip.
“Finally,” She grumbled, “Home sweet home”
He was not looking forward to unpacking everything, a thirty-six hour drive all the way up here. Disgusting to say the least. He was tired, and his legs were sore. He stretched.
“Can we not deal with the boxes till later?” he pathetically whined.
“Yeah, we can just deal with it later,” She said sarcastically making her way towards the front door of their new home. “Though we probably should bring in the mattress and maybe the blankets and pillows. I could almost kill to sleep on a real bed.”
“Too much work right now,” he responded, “Let’s eat something first. Come on I want to eat.”
“Fine, fine,” She grumbled slightly annoyed.
“What do you want?” he asked her.
“Food first, then we can grab the mattress from the truck. The rest can be dealt with later.” She nodded unlocking the front door. “I wonder what kind of places they have to eat around here.” She said, turning the doorknob and entering the home.
“I just ask what do you want for dinner,” he said taking out his phone, “I’ll look at the phone.”
“Pick something that delivers,” She said.
“Finnnee, pizza it is then,” he said, “I’ll look on yelp for good reviews.”
“Good,” She nodded before plopping down in what would be their living room floor.
“Ughh, could that trip have been any longer?” She stated, letting out a long sigh.
Always with what she wanted. He smiled at her though.
“Such a long trip. These Italian Bros have a good rating, I’ll call them,” he said.
“Yes and please babe, no mushrooms.” She said leaning back and laying on the carpet floor. It was lush and comfortable. She was almost tempted to grab her blanket and pillow from the truck and take a little power nap.
Why couldn’t they have Chinese? He let the phone ring and just frowned. He was not the beefy, macho man to be pulling furniture into the truck. His dad helped them load up the truck, who the hell was going to help them unload? Because the both of them were going to be struggling.
“I forgot to tell you but I hired some people to come in and help us move all the furniture in,” She said as though it was more of an afterthought.
“Oh,” so more money off of his credit card. Excuse him their joint account under his name.
Not that he was really complaining. He didn’t really have a problem with it, it was just not really what he wanted to hear. He was struggling with his own payments and trying to make ends meet with the floral business. Yeah, stupid right. He was still working that stupid job. At least with their new location, the real estate property they bought was considered a live in business.
Thus he can set up a shop in his own house. Which they agreed to.
“Italian Bros,” said a voice on the phone.
“Hi, yes,” he began, “Do you guys do cheeseless pizza?”
“Yeah, sure, what you want?” the Italian said on the phone.
“What do you want Ann?”
“Anything, so long as we don’t get mushrooms.” She looked up at him from her place on the floor.
“I’d like half pepperoni, with cheese, and sausage. And half cheeseless with olives, mushrooms, and peppercinis, with bellpeppers, if you have all of that,” he responded.
“Yeah no problem,” the man on the phone said, “I need your address, it will take 45 minutes.”
“Address 415, S Aubrey,”
“Yeah okay, that’s going to be like 20.05,” the man said on the phone, “nice doing business with you.”
Anna licked her lips and her stomach growled rudely, “How long?”
“45 minutes,” he told her.
“Ughhhh” She groaned from her spot on the floor. “Well I guess I will go grab my blanket and pillow from the truck,” She grumbled getting up and making her way to the front door.
“Yeah, I am going to check the storehouse,” he told her, he wanted to get a good look at it when there was general peace in the air. He’s not even sure how he got involved with flowers, he simply did. Now he could plan to do more big vendings. Such as weddings and proms. He started his own floral business online, which was getting a bit of business and located that they’d get a physical shop in Seattle. Hopefully with all the social media and modern techno babble. Loyal customers would tell their city slicker friends to come to him.
“Okay, tell me if you need help with anything,” She said as walked out the front door and towards the truck, opening the door grabbing her fluffy pillow and the blanket she had used during the trip and brought it back inside the house.
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She stared down at the word, “Pregnant” and seemed almost to be in some form of shock. The test slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor with a small sound. She had been sick for the past few days and thought that maybe just maybe this might be the reason. Her period was only about a week late and she thought it was due to stress.
“Shit,” She stated before biting her bottom lip. She took a deep breath and called her OBGYN and schedule an appointment to be seen as soon as humanly possible.
Upon arrival to her gynecologist, she explained the situation. She peeped in a cup and again the test came back positive. The doctor suggested an ultrasound. And there inside her was a little tiny bean of being, that had taken root inside her uterus. They gave her a picture of it, and her thoughts were only how Neal was going to take this.
She came home and made her way into the kitchen, hoping Neal would take the news well.
“Well tell the vendor I don’t give a gob shite what he wants, and that he’s not suppose to take down the orchids like that,” he huffed on the phone, he had this hatred towards dealing with weddings, but they made the most money out of it. Beside it was what he was using to pay towards the ring.
She gave him a faint wave not sure he even noticed her.
He gave a brief head nod.
“Look this wedding is in the next few weeks, if we don’t get this right, I am going to fucking hang someone with a noose made of thorns,” why were all his metaphors plant related?
She waited patiently for his conversation to be finished while chewing viciously at her lower lip. Would he be ecstatic or would be like the end of the world?
“Fine, fuck, just get it fixed,” he said, “Talk to you later. The misses is here.” He hung up the line and looked at her with an exhausted expression, that said, I am in a murderous mindset right now. If one more stupid person comes up to me today I am going to blow a casket.
“Hey Frosty,” She said jokingly, as she watched Charlie run around outside.
“Charlie!” he barked, Charlie came bounding from the backyard, barreling through the dog door at his side, he pat his head, “Did daddy leave you out there for too long? Yes, Ann, you need? I needed to chew out some vendor because he ruined the orchids Jessica ordered. Ruined my orchids. Was about to take Charlie for a walk.”
“Well, you know how I went to the doctors today to get checked out..” She said watching his face intently.
“Yesss,” she knew he hated when she stopped mid point. Just make the point already.
“Well I have some news.” She stated.
“I’m pregnant.”
He choked. Couldn’t that have waited? After he proposed to her. He walked past here, grabbing the leash for Charlie’s harness. As he strapped the dog in the harness. He didn’t say anything and he had a fairly good poker face about it too.
“That’s nice,” he told, “Going to take Charlie for a walk now. K.”
“Yeah sure.” She nodded before turning to the sink. “I thought I would get started on making dinner. Anything you want?”
He raised an eyebrow, she was offering to make him something he wanted to eat? He gave her a callous expression. She was the one to usually make the orders around here.
“Whatever you want,” he told her.
“Fine, pasta with a tomato sauce okay?” She continued chewing on her lip.
Why was she asking him? She was never this unsure before. He wasn’t happy she was being insecure. He liked her to take more charge. Because it usually meant he didn’t have to deal with anything. It easily could simply slide off his agenda.
“Something wrong?” he asked her.
“I am pregnant,” She stated again looking at him as if he wasn’t himself anymore.
“Okay? And? I am trying to figure out your point exactly,”
“Nothing, go take Charlie out before we have a mess to clean up.” She stated as she began to take out pots and pans from the cabinets.
“Well clearly you fucking mention it because of something else, don’t ignore me, what is your point Ann?”
“That we are about to have a fucking baby!” She stated having the urge to throw one of the pots at him.
“And why is that so important! How do you want me to react! Happy! Glad! It’s fucking inevitable isn’t it at some point a couple been together this long is going to have one. Is it suppose to change anything? Because I don’t see it changing anything, it’s just another addition, and just another thing that happens. Why make a big fucking deal about it? When everyone everywhere is having fucking babies somewhere!”
“Just go and walk Charlie, dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.” She stated.
“Fuck you! You’ll be lucky if I come back in 30 minutes,” he told her, directing the dog to the front door.
“And you’ll be lucky if I even make enough for you!” She shouted at him.
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