Buttercup stared blankly at the pages of the maternity book. Every day was the same; she would get up, brush, shower, cook, clean, read, be bored, watch TV, then read more books, clean, then clean some more, and finally go to sleep or read books in bed before doing just that. Her life had become a book-reading-slash-cleaning fiasco and she did not like it one bit.
It reminded her of her bookworm of a sister, Blossom, which she was not. She was a fighter. The toughest, meanest, most ruthless fighter. And yet her she was, in bed, reading.
She heaved a heavy sigh.
"What is it this time?"
His voice was groggy, it was 9 in the morning, Monday, and so whose wasn't? No one's except his.
"I'm just so bored Butch," she replied, adding emphasis to the words like the most dramatic actor alive. "And plus the sky's awake so I'm awake." She flipped a page.
"Ugh. You've been watching Disney movies again. I need to block that channel."
"Online. Plus you can't, like, block every movie channel known to man genius." She huffed.
He groaned. "Can't you at least be moody like all pregnant women? Your positive and bright aura can rival Bubbles'."
She smiled softly, making a move to get up. "Come on, wake up sleepy head, I'll make you breakfast. Bacon and eggs, with a side of pancakes, whipped cream, and orange juice."
"Coffee." He said sleepily.
"Coffee it is."
With that she disappeared from her husband's sight-if his eyes were open that is-and rounded the corner from their bedroom, as well as her 'bundle of joy's', to the stairs.