Hannah spent a long time looking down upon the city of Manhattan. Somehow the bustle of people, the city noise and jam of traffic calmed her. She didn't like when they argued, it made her feel out of place, upset, uneasy.
With a sigh, Hannah leaned off of the white limestone railing and turned around, heading back inside. What she saw next didn't surprise her. Alois had moved with his favorite winter blanket to the couch and entertained himself with watching The Fabulous life of Nicki Minaj. But what she heard, that was what surprised her. The laundry machine was running and she smelled downy and tide. Hannah inwardly sighed and thanked the lord above he finally did the fucking laundry.
But of course she wasn't gonna let him know that.
"Oh, so you've finally decided to do the laundry?" Hannah waddled over to the couch and nudged his feet. Alois moved his feet and she sat down and leaned back, hugging a beige couch pillow. Alois shrugged and got comfortable again. "Ye." He said. Hannah sighed. "Good, that's good. I hope you know your not supposed to add the bleach onto my bras." Hannah hummed. Alois nodded and sniffled. "And your not supposed to wash the colors with the whites." Hannah added. Alois nodded.
He wasn't actually paying attention to her, but to Nicki Minaj's large collection of shoes. Hannah moved closer and leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You know I love you right?" She asked softly. Alois nodded. Hannah quirked an eyebrow, a sassy but annoyed look on her face.
"What did I just say?" She asked.
"I love you." Alois answered, not looking away from the T.V.
"And what are you supposed to say?" Hannah questioned.
"I love you." Alois answered, still not looking at her. Hannah sighed and got up with much effort and waddled off to the kitchen. Grumbling, Hannah tore open the fridge and grabbed a large mug of rose water. She poured herself some in a coffee cup and took a sip of the sweet but bitter tasting water.
The doctors and .com recommended rose water. Not only was it good for the heart, but it was also good for her little package. Hannah took another drink, her hand on her rounded stomach. "I guess we'll order take out cause I'm not cookin.." Hannah mumbled as she surveyed the fridge, cup to her mouth. The fridge was halfway empty, even though she had done grocery shopping on Monday. That was partly her fault, she had to eat for Two now, three if you count Alois cause she rarely saw him eat. He'd either nibble here or there, or maybe just skip meals entirely. He wasn't ALWAYS like this, only when they'd found out there were three of them, that's when he began to eat like a mouse. When she finished her cup of rose water, Hannah set it in the sink too lazy to wash it, and waddled off.
"Hannah~!" Alois called from his spot on the couch. No answer.
"Hannah~~~~~!" Alois practically screamed. No answer.
"Chubby!" He called once more.
"Who you callin 'Chubby'?" Came the sassy reply.
"Can you come here? I love you!" Alois called before snuggling back into his winter blanket. A few minutes later, Hannah had waddled down the hall and into the living room.
"What?" Hannah asked once she got there. "Can you pass me the remote?" Alois asked softly in a needy tone, the tone he used when he wanted her to do something he didn't wanna do. Hannah flicked him. "You call me all the way from the room, from my nap, to pick up a remote?" Hannah's small hands found their way to her curved waist. 'Cause I didn't wanna pick it up~~~~" Alois whined.
When Alois acted like this, like a little bitch, this is what goes through her mind.
Hannah: I don't want him. He ain't shit.
Hannah's pussy: Wait a minute bitch, not so fast.
With a sigh, Hannah nudged the remote with her foot the foot of the chair, then pushed it up against the beige leather and then upwards towards the lazy blonde. Alois took it from the tip of her toes and changed the channel.
"Thanks, love you ttyl." Alois hummed, shooing her away from the screen. Hannah rolled her eyes and waddled back to their room. A nap was calling her name.