I'm in desperate need of a cookie right now :/ Btw Hazel is three months now.
Hazel had gotten up before Moses because she was starving. However, when she saw the amount of dust on the ceiling fan, she quickly lost her appetite. She grabs the duster from the closet and accidentaly slams it.
"AH!" Moses wakes with a jolt in the other room form the sudden noise.
"What the..?" Moses looks beside him and discovers Hazel isn't there. He decides to look for her.
When Moses enters the room, Hazel is standing on the coffee table cleaning the fan with the duster.
"Good Morning, Sweet- Wait a minute!"
"Huh?" Hazel says in confusion.
"What do you think you're doing?" Moses half'shouts.
"Cleaning," Hazel responds, sarcastically.
"No no no! You can't do that!" Moses shouts.
"Moses...why are you yelling at me?" Hazel asks sadly, making Moses feel bad.
"I'm sorry...You just shouldn't be cleaning right now." Moses says, gently lifting her off the table.
"Why not?"
"You're pregnant!"
"That's funny. Last time I checked, pregnant didn't mean crippled." Hazel says, becoming upset.
"I don't mean it like that," Moses begins. "It's just that...I don't want you to be overworked,"
"Ohhhhh! I thought you meant that I was going to hurt Anne Bradley and you didn't care about me anymore."
"W-what? Where did you get that idea?" Moses says. He doesn't want her to feel this way- he sees her and the baby as equals.
"A Tv show- once the baby was born, Luna's husband didn't care about her anymore, only the baby. Whew! You had me scared for a moment."
"Well...You're the person I fell in love with...it's a different kind of love than the kind I have for Anne Bradley," Moses explains.
"I feel the same way about you, but can I at least make you breakfast?" Hazel asks.
"Nope."
"Crap."
"Hazel!" Moses exclaims.
"Si hermano?"
"No cursing, she could hear you!"
"Crap isn't a curse word, Momses,"
"Did you call me Momses?" Moses laughs.
"It means that you are being a great example of my mother,"
"Very funny...Hotdog."
Hazel cracks up.
"No, Miranda," Ramses says, holding a coke in his hand just out of Miranda's reach.
"Why not?" Miranda says, reaching for the soda.
"In case you didn't know, silly, you are pregnant." Ramses says.
"One coke isn't going to hurt him," Miranda says. She is a huge fan of junk-food.
" Yes, it will!"
"Come on, Ramses!"
"No,"
"You're hurting my feelings," Miranda says, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry, Mandie. It's for the best." Ramses says, throwing the can across the room at the trash can.
However, the can misses, and explodes on the ground.
"Uh..." Ramses stammers.
Miranda cracks up.
"Stop laughing so hard! You could hurt him!"
"Jr. will be fine, Ramses."
"We don't know...Wait...What did you just call him?"
"Ramses jr.," Miranda says. "Just a placeholder until we can think of- Woah!"
Ramses lifts Miranda into the air.
"I love it! How did you think of that?" Ramses says, happy.
Miranda thinks of a clever idea.
"Hey! You could be making him dizzy!"
"Oh my God, you're right. I'm...I'm so sorry, son." Ramses says, hugging her stomach.
"It's okay, Daddyses! He's just fine. I was only joking."
"Daddyses?"
"Yep, daddy Ramses, get it?"
"I don't know, but I kind of like it."
