Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sad.
A/N: I was bored. Based on true convo. Not related to The Darkest Secret.
For anyone who's reading TDS, I will post sometime before Sunday.
Sorry if this sucks:
"So who was killed again?" Nancy asked, furrowing her brow in concentration.
"It was…I don't remember. Let's just call him John Johnson," Frank said.
"And why am I solving this mystery again?" Nancy asked.
"Because you can't solve real ones," Frank said, laughing, gesturing towards Nancy's round pregnant belly.
Nancy glared at her husband. She was still upset he was insisting that she was too far along to solve real mysteries.
They had been sitting at the kitchen table, playing Clue for the last half hour.
And Nancy was losing horribly.
"I don't wanna play!" Nancy whined, placing a hand on her belly.
"That's because you're losing," Frank grinned.
"Nuh-uh!" Nancy said, feeling competitive suddenly.
Frank grinned.
"Oh, whoa!" Nancy said suddenly, feeling a sharp kick in her stomach.
"What?" Frank asked. "Did you figure out who it is?"
"No, Frank! The baby's kicking! It's kicking for the first time!" Nancy whispered excitedly.
Frank practically fell out of his chair rushing over to her.
"Oh, my God!" he whispered. "That is so cool!"
Nancy grinned.
And just as suddenly as it started, the kicking ended. Frank frowned.
"Why did it stop like the second after I put my hand on your belly?" Frank asked, scrunching his eyebrows.
Nancy shrugged. "I don't think it means anything."
"Seriously, maybe I scared it!" Frank said worriedly. Nancy bit back laughter.
"Frank, it can't tell who you are!" Nancy said. "It doesn't know that you're its father, and it doesn't know how much you already love it."
"It knows how much you love it," Frank grumbled.
"Because at this particular moment, I am its house. Would you like to carry this baby? Would you like to do this seahorse-esque?" Nancy laughed.
"I guess," Frank sighed. "Not about the sea-horse part though."
"Frank, this baby is going to love you so much. Don't be so worried. You're its dad. You helped make it," Nancy said. "Just because it doesn't know that right now doesn't mean it won't know it later. And I love you. And if I love you, and the baby loves me, it technically means the baby loves you."
Frank smiled.
"I know. I'm sorry, I was being silly," Frank said, kissing her lightly. "I love you, too."
"Geez, and they say it's the mother that's supposed to be hormonal!" Nancy laughed.
"Ha-ha," Frank said sarcastically. "Let's get back to the game."
"OK," Nancy smiled. "So why was I at his house in the first place?"
"Well…uh, maybe he stole your car?" Frank said, scratching his head. "And invited you over to brag about it?"
"What? That loser stole my car? He deserved to die! I don't think I should help solve who RIGHTFULLY killed this guy!" Nancy exclaimed seriously.
"Nance, being a little overdramatic, aren't we?" Frank asked.
"The freak stole my car!" Nancy exclaimed. "Why?"
"I don't know!" Frank exclaimed. "Come on, just play!"
"He could have asked to borrow it," Nancy grumbled under her breath. "HEY! How did you get there already?"
"Practice," Frank grinned as he moved his green little character thing up the stairs to the envelope.
"Sure, like you didn't cheat!" Nancy said sarcastically.
"I guess Prof. Plum, the rope, and the ballroom," Frank said aloud. "Oh, no! I had two out of three right!"
"Which ones?" Nancy asked.
"The weapon and the room," Frank said, grinning slightly. "The killer was Mrs. Peacock."
"That's me!" Nancy exclaimed.
Frank laughed.
"Whatever, he stole my car. He totally deserved it."
A/N: That's a wrap!! The dedication on this story goes out to my friend Val, who this conversation took place with.
I was not the killer. She was very upset. She loved that fictional car very much.