8:00PM

The rain poured heavily outside. Huge bullets of water bombed every brick of the boarding house. It sounded like rocks falling. If I hadn't looked outside, I might have thought it was. But Arnold and I had seen the skies rip open well after dinner as we washed the dishes.

He squirted bits of water at me as he smiled, no doubt remembering the episode at Chez Pierre. Even though it took us all night to wash those dishes I still regarded it as one of the best moments of my life. It allowed me to be next to the one person I cared for without acting like a stalker. I also got to show a small bit of my real self to Arnold, and he didn't turn it down. But that's just how he is. No matter who you are in life Arnold Shortman will still find a way to like you.

"Hay football head!" I giggled as I pushed a mound of suds his way. He quickly retaliated with a full blast of water and soon the whole kitchen was awash with dish liquid and suds. Arnold and I laughed like mad as we splashed about, and then, just at the right moment, he went in for the kiss. It was long and full of passion, yet playful like the water fight moments ago.

Pushing me gently against the side of the sink, he ran his hands around my soft body while I smoothed mine around his. I quivered with excitement as he touched my soft arms, as he kissed my waiting neck, and then gingerly moved his hands lower. Nibbling at my ears I made sure to get my paws around his bulge. I wanted to rub it feverishly, I wanted to tare off his pants and have him right on the table beside us. I could feel myself bubbling up inside; I almost screamed his name as his fingers stroked my pussy.

"Fuck the dishes!" I panted heavily, "I want to get you dirty!" He looked around the kitchen a moment for any signs of the other boarders. Finding none, Arnold curved his hands up my thighs until he reached my panties. He drew them down quick while I lowered his jeans, ready to explode the second his dick entered me. Man your last name is such a misnomer, I thought. Man, yes. Short, never.

That's when I felt it, a small spasm. It forced me to brake away from Arnold as it crept around my belly.

"Are you alright?" Arnold asked, now just as scared as I.

"I don't know. I can't tell if it's the baby, or the wings I ate. Maybe I'd better sit." I took out a chair and plopped in, feeling around for any signs of trouble.

"Nope," I burped loudly, "Just gas. Crimeny!" Arnold sat next to me and chuckled. He moved his chair close to mine and started up again, feeling everything he could.

"Oh, I just don't know Arnold. Maybe it's not such a good idea." I said, pushing him away gently.

"You're right. Let's get you to bed. I can finish these." He gently lifted me up and walked me to the pile of stairs just outside the kitchen. Usually I would have swatted his hand away but I was just as nervous as he was. My due date was in a week and I didn't want to chance anything.

Once we reached the top Arnold raised his hand to fish around for the folding steps. I started to wonder what the room would like if we always kept them down. I peered around the hall looking to see if it could afford the space. It was then I shockingly saw grandpa Phil on the floor of his and Gertie's room.

"Oh my god!" I said, suddenly panicked. "It's Phil!"

"What?" Arnold let go of the unfolding steps and rushed to his grandparent's room.

"What happened!" he asked, pressing his warm hands over his grandpa's chest. He pumped once or twice before his grandmother could get the words out.

"I don't know! We were just getting into bed when he fell!" Gertie cried. He pumped a few more times in haste.

"Helga call 911!" he yelled. I dialed fast, detailing everything I knew in short, worried breaths to the dispatcher.

"The Ambulance is on the way!"