Somewhere in Ottawa, Canada...
"Oy preggers, wake the hell up! It's 10:00, get your ass out of bed, eh!"
Mick St. John groaned as the sound of his vampire friend Rick Allcorn entered the room, before the blankets he had wrapped around himself were thrown away by the man himself.
Rick or 'Prick' as Mick called him for several months before finally settling down was standing in his line of vision, with ginger hair, green eyes and olive skin glowing in the sunlight from the curtains, Mick was a little afraid of him, then again he was afraid of a lot of things now.
Rick was glaring down at him, shaking his head.
"Why i even took you and your knocked up ass in is beyond me, why haven't you got up yet, eh?"
Mick smirked at that, he knew exactly why.
"Maybe it's because i saved your pale ass from a vamp hunter while you were screaming like a little girl and you have to repay me." Mick smirked sleepily, running his fingers through his shaggy locks and trying hard not to laugh at the look on Rick's face.
Rick growled "Fuck you St. John." he said, throwing the covers back on the ground and stomping out of the room.
"Your husband does that enough to you already!" Mick yelled after him, earning him a "Shut the fuck up Mick!" back from downstairs.
Mick shook his head before rubbing his swollen and pregnant belly.
"Hey there sweetheart, do you think we should get up?" A hard foot to the ribs was given in reply to that question and Mick nodded to himself before getting up, adjusting himself on his feet, due to the fact that he needed to balance or otherwise he'd fall over.
"Here we go." He said to his belly as he walked towards the bathroom. "Another day, same old grumpy Rick."