DISCLAIMER: I'M EVEN MORE DEPRESSED ABOUT THIS. THIRD ONE TODAY... Thanks to Dancing Angel Over My Castle for the ongoing support, 'cause lord knows I'm a bitch.
MONTH THREE
"Marsh, you okay?" Bubba asked, looking down at the knitting in Marshall's lap.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Marshall asked, petting his stomach before resuming knitting.
"You're knitting baby socks and hats… And we have rooms here and at my castle full of baby things. Why do you insist on keeping twenty bags of diapers, seven outfits, a crib, and a whole nursery at both of our homes?"
"Because we need to be prepared. Your house has a girl's room and mine has a boy's room!" Marshall said, as if it was obvious to everybody.
"Marshmallow, you're losing it."
"Am I?"
"Yeah."
"Or am I simply prepared?"
"Sh…"
Marshall finished knitting the hat in his lap, smiling at it.
"Marshmallow?"
"Yeah, Gummy Bear?"
"Why do you know how to knit?"
Marshall's face turned crimson as he looked at his lap. He set down his knitting, looking up at Bubba.
"I don't remember."