Chapter 35

They were in bed that night; after quietly making love, Paul was flipping through TV channels with a cold gel pack on his foot, groaning how sore it was.

"Well, it's your own fault," Sandy said, giving him a look. "The doctor told you to take it easy. How are you supposed to get back in the ring if you don't listen?"

"You're one to talk," he replied with a pout. "You're carrying a baby around and still wanted to help move stuff."

"I'm also not wrestling 250 or more days a year either. And can't you find anything decent on that TV?"

"You'd think as much as we pay for cable, I would. Not having very much luck there. Maybe I should try a movie."

"Porn channel's blocked," Sandy joked, not looking up as he search for a movie channel.

"Very funny, sweetheart," Paul snorted, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, wait!" Sandy cried when she saw something of interest. "Isn't that the latest 'Don't Try This at Home' ad?"

"Yeah, pretty cool, huh? They had Ashley do it this time."

"It's good," Sandy nodded, "but wouldn't it have been more effective if they showed clips of her injured? The general shots are good, but I think a short injury clip would get the message across much better. Still, I like it. They need to make more of them, especially with so many fans being impressionable kids."

"You know, for someone not in the business, you make some good points."

"I work in the media administration department at the hospital, remember?" she reminded him. "I have some general idea about PSA's, even if I don't know a thing about wrestling."

"Oh yeah, I've seen those hospital ones. They have them online too."

Paul then got excited when he stopped at another channel. "Hey, San! Check it out; Miss Congeniality."

"Since when do you watch 'chick flicks', as they are so eloquently called? Oh wait…wasn't this one of the movies you were an extra in?"

He nodded. "Blink and you'll miss me toward the middle of it."

"You are too cute, you know that?" she asked, putting her head on his shoulder. "Even if you can be whiny about your foot. You know, Tyler can finish putting the rest of the stuff away tomorrow and I can do the light things. I want you off that thing."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who's the man around this house again?"

"I'm serious, Paul. I don't want to see as much as one toe of that foot on the floor tomorrow. Let Tyler do some things. There isn't much left to do anyway."

"Are you sure he's able to do that?"

"He's a strong, healthy boy, and he doesn't have school until Tuesday. That's plenty of time to get done what's left to do."

"Okay. Next step. What shade of blue are we painting the third room?"

"Blue? Paul, I'm not even sure what this baby is yet; how on earth do you know it's going to be a boy?"

"Just a hunch," he shrugged.

"Right. Nevertheless, it's going to be done in white. That way, whether the baby is a boy or girl, we can't get it wrong."

"Yeah, it would look pretty weird having a girl sleep in a blue room. Or a boy in a pink room. White's nice and safe."

"And when we get back from Mexico after the wedding, I plan on looking at baby furniture. Mother still has some of Tyler's, but I'm worried about it not being up to safety standards these days."

"Better safe than sorry," Paul agreed.

They watched the rest of the movie in silence, with the occasional sound of Tyler belching down the hall after drinking a soda..

"Music to watch the movie to," Paul joked. "This instant parent thing should be interesting."