"Elsa , I have fantastic news," Anna said. She went into the living room of their house and stood at the doorway with her hand over her ginormous tummy.
"What is it, cupcake?" Elsa asked. She looked up frum her newspaper that she was deeply reading. She looked deep into Anna's water-blue eyes, as blue as the sour raspberry cotton candy sky.
Anna's green eyes sparkled with joy. "I am preggo!"
The newspaper fell to the floor.
"Aren't you happy?" Anna asked deeply. Her eyes blinked deeply like she was confused so she blinked.
Elsa's eyes strayed away from Anna's. They flickered to the fireplace that was crackling so deeply and hotly.
"I'm happy if you're happy," Elsa said finally after a moment's pause. A small smile deeply formed on the corner of her mouth.
"Well," Elsa said. She rose from her chair and placed a hand on Anna's shoulder. "Shall we have dinner, my wife?"
"Hellz yeah!"
They ate mac and cheese on the porch, swinging their legs and thinking about all of those good things very deeply. The sun in the distance was like a sweltering slab of eggs.
"I like eggs," Anna nodded deeply. "I'm pregnant so I got mood swings often."
"I like eggs too," Elsa said. Her eyes widened in a deep way and she looked over at Anna.
"Holy crud!" Anna said. Her jaw dropped. "I like eggs!"
"I like eggs!"
They ran into the street barefoot and danced with their hands in the air screaming, "I like eggs!" in unison. Anna jumped into the air and twirled above ground for exactly two minutes without falling, like a ballerina. A man in a truck drove past them blaring a song.
Later that night, as Anna deeply snoozed in bed, Elsa rolled to her side and got a good look at her wife.
"The time has come," she nodded to herself.
She reached inside Anna's vagina and went inside deeply so that she could grasp the baby inside the redhead's stomach. She brought the baby out, although it was more liek a fetus than a baby, and it was dripping with purple mucus and bouts of blood, screaming its head off.
"Bon appetit," she said, licking her lips.
However, as she was about to eat its fingernails, she noticed Anna moaned. She looked over at Anna and noticed a cloud of blood and farts coming from her vagina.
"Ew god," Elsa protruded. She shook Anna's shoulder and prepared to say, "Make that s*** stop staining the bed, I just washed these sheets," but Anna wouldn't budge.
She had died in the abortion.
But in other news, the baby tasted delicious.