"Wheres the fucking pink marshmallows?" Frank cried out.
Mikey walked into the kitchen placing a pink marshmallow into his mouth. "hmmm?"
"You Bitch!" He cried.
"What?" Mikey asked leaning against doorframe.
"My marshmallows" Frank whined sitting on the floor, folding his arms.
Mikey sighed making a Milo, "Milo?"
"No, Marshmallows!"
"Fine be that way," Mikey said walking back into the lounge and flicking through the channels.
"Mikeey. Marshmallow, pleeeeease?" Frank called from the kitchen.
"Depends,"
Frank stood up, realizing he wasn't going to win sitting on the ground. "Discovery channel Mikey? Does it get you in the mood?" He said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Mood for what?" Mikey asked
"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, So innocent and sweet and who stole my fucking marshmallows."
"Yes, Franklin?" Mikey sighed.
"Michael, you know that's not my name. Right?" Frank asked sitting next to him.
"yes Franklin, I do know your name is actually frank, But I like the name Franklin. Its cute." Mikey said, leaning against Frank.
"Mikey why did you steal my marshmallows?"
"I didn't."
"WHAT?" Frank yelled.
"Inside voice Frankie," Mikey said holding up the bag of marshmallows that were on the coffee table. "Frankie these say Mikey, who is me, which means they are mine, or else I'll kill whoever tries to get them with a spork, or a salad spoon, depending on what I feel like."
"Oh, I don't want to be killed. Not for a good 20 years or so." Frank sighed.
"Hmm Why?" Mikey sighed his hand going to his swollen belly.
"Because that, very reason." Frank said, titling mikeys head up toward him and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Mikey smiled. "Frank, you know those marshmallows?"
"Yeah?"
"They were actually yours," Mikey said walking towards the kitchen.
"You whore!" Frank squealed.
"Oh so now, I got sleeping around with lots of men, and women, and you, and I don't know whose child this is, it could be fucken Rays for all I fucken know, and when I go to the fucken shops, I'm really going to a fucken whore house where I fuck every bloody fucken thing. Even the fucken cat?" Mikey yelled, tears streaming down his face.
"No Mikey that's not what I meant." Frank said softly, standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Then what?" Mikey yelled.
"Come here. "Frank said taking Mikey in his arms, which Mikey agreed to, "What I ment was that, next time, hun, couldn't you of asked, or not lied to much about it, I mean, you know how much I like my Pink marshmallows."
Mikey looked up at frank, "Okay, " he said wiping his tears. "But next time, by more than one packet of marshmallows, the the little rascle in here," he said motioning to his belly. "Seems to enjoy them just as much as his father."0-