Title: Just Petty

Inspiration: RANDOM YEAH...

Spotlight: Mikan and Natsume

Genre: Romance/Humor

"Natsume, Natsume!"

Natsume sighed as he heard his wife calling him yet again. He walked into the living room from the kitchen (where he had earlier been preparing howalon oatmeal---yes, howalon oatmeal---to satisfy her desires) and slapped his hand against the arm of the sofa. "What?" he growled.

Mikan stared at his hand for a few seconds, tracing patterns against the back of it gently. "Nothing," she finally said.

He muttered a string of incoherent words and stalked back into the kitchen.

A few minutes later he heard an "OW" and then an "I-can't-reach-it" and---what he had been anticipating---another "Natsume, Natsume!"

He stomped back into the living room and saw her trying to bend over to grab something. "God, don't bend over, you'll hurt yourself," he mumbled, and knelt down. "What were you trying to reach?" She pointed to something shiny and black under the sofa and then sat back, putting a hand on her large, round stomach, watching him silently as he pulled the object out and revealed it to be...

"What do you want with my old DS?" This woman, he thought, is going insane. She shrugged, then said, "I want to play."

He gritted his teeth and turned the DS over, popping the game out to check it then popping it back in, turning it on and handing it to her. "Knock yourself out," he said, then turned around, muttering, "Literally."

"What was that, Natsume?" Mikan had a pleasant smile on her face but her eyes were dark and menacing.

"Nothing." He thudded back into the kitchen, already predicting how this one was going to end.

Just like he'd thought, some time later he heard, "Hmm...this game...hey...what the?" and a crash.

"I hate this game!" he heard Mikan scream. "It cheats worse than a guy at a poker game with a bunch of old blind people. It can go screw itself! Stupid piece of..."

He walked back in, this time carrying the steaming bowl of howalon oatmeal he had been precariously preparing (because, you know, one wrong move and he would have been toast). Mikan's cheeks were pink and apparently she had thrown the game out the window because the glass was broken. Natsume sighed, making a mental note to call the window repair guys to come and fix that.

"I hate it!" she continued. "It was a stupid game that cheated and I never want to see the anserine piece of technology again! I---" She looked up and just like that, her face lit up. "Oooh, is that howalon oatmeal? My favorite!" She held her hands out and took the bowl and began to spoon it meticulously into her mouth. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," he said sarcastically and sat down next to her on the sofa, picking up the television remote and clicking the television on.

"Degrassi!"

Thirty minutes of eye and ear pains along with suffering from the drama and stupidity of everyone (especially Paige...oh, how he hated Paige) later, Natsume turned the television off and looked down at Mikan, who was curled up against his arm, asleep.

He couldn't wait for this stupid baby to come so he could have the old Polka dots back, because really, this woman was a health hazard.

I'm just gonna shut up there. :)

So I got the idea for this after having an inspiration burst (FINALLY!) and I was exhausted as crap. I have no idea where the title came from. I was in the middle of writing a drabble because of a review I got for the last one I made, but this one I finished first so I thought, why not post it? I haven't been updating lately anyways. XD

But still I say: I need ideas, people! :)

Review?

~Ariisha-chan