As the wool became completely unraveled falling unceremoniously onto her stomach Jackie lets lose of a scream as she tosses crochet needles across the room.
"Hey watch it!" Pete screams out himself as he watched one of the needles comes inches from smacking him in the forehead.
"Oh shut up! I don't care what my mum says, this damn baby is getting a store bought blankie."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Jacks, your just not the handy craft, sewing kit in your bag sorts. But I still love ya!" Jackie smiles at her husband, sometimes he really wasn't that bad. "Oh just promise me you'll never attempt to make our child a shirt."
"And why is that?"
"Pretty sure you'd forget the hole for the head!" And other times she wanted nothing more than to find more needles to chuck in his direction.