July 18, 2016

It was the smell that hit her first. As soon as the jar was opened, it smelled like metallic vomit. The constancy was something you'd find in a toilet bowl at a Mexican restaurant. She wasn't sure if she could do it. The green color reminded her of something she saw one night in Copenhagen. She shook her head.

"This is vile. " Amy shook her head as she put the jar down. "I'm not going to do this to you." She closed the jar and looked at the pudgy, sticky hand baby in front of her. "Im not having her first food because something this gross."

"She's still little. Food under one is just for fun." Bumper said as he poured a cup of coffee. Amy turned and looked at him.

"Food under one is just for fun?" She had a small smirk on her face. He recognized that look. It was that Im going to make fun of you for the next hour look. He saw that look often since they became a thing.

"Yea...I read it in one of those magazines you subscribe to."

"You subscribe to, Daddy-o." She laughed. Amy stood up and unhooked the baby from the high chair. "Here. Issie needs to get dressed and I need to go."

"Newsflash, you dont have to go in for another four hours." he said bringing Isabella into her room. This apartment was getting smaller every day it seemed. He kept on trying to convince Amy to move out of the city, but she loved her job. Who wouldnt like being on TV? When they fought, they fought about her commute and silly things. There were things he gave up to stay home with Isabella but he didn't care. Five years ago, if you had asked him if he would be a stay at home father, he would have laughed you out of the room. Most of his friends still did that when he said what he did. In fact, most of his "friends" left him as soon as that test turned pink. Wasn't it supposed to be the girl who lost her friends? He wasnt bitter though. How could he be when that hazel eyed beauty smiled at him? He still had a couple of friends left, geeky friends, but friends never the less.

"Yea well, it takes a lot of time to get all of this beautiful. Our make up person blows." Amy yelled down the hallway. Bumper shook his head as he slid a clean onesie over Isabella's head.

"Youre already beautiful. Your Mum is crazy." He said. This past year had been such a whirlwind. Never in a million years did he think he'd be a husband and a father. When Amy came back from Copenhagen, she told him that she was pregnant. It was supposed to be a punch to the gut. Thats how you were supposed to act. Thats how Amy acted after all. But deep down, he was happy. Thats when the fighting started. Nothing serious, just Fat Amy and Bumper type fighting. They had to do this right. They had to get married. Nope. Amy wouldnt have that. It took awhile to convince her to say yes. She wanted a quick court wedding. He wanted a big elaborate wedding. After a bunch of legal documents and interviews with the government, they did a quick back yard wedding. They had no more energy to plan anything else.

Amy stood in the nursery's doorway watching him with their daughter. He never knew how often she just watched them. He never knew all the times Amy pretended she was asleep when she was pregnant and just laid there listening to him talk to her belly. He never knew all the times she listened to him sing to Isabella through the other end of the baby monitor. He never knew how desperately she missed them while she was at the tv station. He never knew how jealous she was of his and Isabella's relationship. Only five months in and she could see they were two peas in a pod.

"Anybody home?" Jesse walked in the front door. He did that a lot. He never knocked anymore. Why should he? Best man at the wedding and godfather to the little Tasmanian Devil was a good reason to be able to walk in whenever he wanted. "Hello. Can you hear me? Im in California dreaming about who we used to be when we were younger and free."

"Does Becs know that?" Amy chuckled walking out. "Help yourself to the smashed peas Issie didnt eat."

"I'm good. But thanks. I was actually needing some help from you." Jesse said sitting at the kitchen table.

"Big time movie producer needing help from us low lives?" Bumper walked out automatically handing the baby to him.

"Executive producer and its just a small Indie film." Jesse chuckled and he nuzzled the baby's fat neck.

"Still looks good on your resume. I have wiping assholes on mine." Bumper said, "And that was before Isabella was even more."

"THat was a bad night." Amy chuckled as she ran a brush through her hair. She could never trust the make up department to touch her hair. THe one time she did, she went on the air trying to talk about the monsoon they were getting and her hair looked like she had been in the middle of the storm. "What kind of help, Mate?"

"I just need to find a location for tomorrows shoot and I was kind of hoping I could get hooked up. Funds are limited, mind you." He said looking at her, "We'd keep out of the way. I should have asked sooner." Amy narrowed her eyes.

"You need the studio don't you?" She asked. He nodded. "I'll see what I can do. we do news casts at 6, 9, and 11. If theres an earth quake, youre out of luck, we'll be on all day."

"I just need like an hour tops." Jesse sat Isabella up on his lap, "Please, mummy. Help Uncle J out." Amy sighed. Using the baby as amno was a smart move. She still had her hormones out of wack.

"Fine, but im just the weather girl. They could laugh me off the set. Come at noon tomorrow. I have to do a little news spot then since its saturday." She said, "But no guarantees." Jesse jumped up and planted a big kiss on her.

"I knew I could count on you." He said.

"get a room, you S-L-U-T." Bumper yelled. Amy looked at him and laughed. Whether he cared to admit it or not, he had changed and that just made him even more hot in her eyes. She'd never say that though. She had a persona to keep up. Sometimes it was tiring. Sometimes it wasnt. She was Fat Amy after all.