Erik's Laundry

by AResidentGhost

Attempt at a humor fic. When it starts getting noticible in the air of the house, and you have a pregnant wife not used to your lifestyle, the best thing to do, Erik finds out, is to not make her any more angry than she already is.

Today was a day like any other—but not quite. For today it became noticeably necessary that he needed to do the laundry. Of course, being rich and single for a majority of his life, he was able to afford to not have to wear a set of clothes more than twice in a row. Ah, but now he is married, and even has a couple of kids, and they do not live like that…

"Are you ever going to do the laundry? You know I'm busy with work, the kids, and the local theatre. How am I supposed to fit it all in?" His wife, Chris (short for Christine), asks him, being mildly annoyed by the stench of dirty clothes and underwear. "And what do you do? You compose your music late into the night and during the day you're busy managing the architecture firm you started and designing! You spend no time doing chores!"

Never make a woman angry, he thinks to himself. Especially when she is pregnant!