48 - "I'll do it for you."


Happy plopped down onto the couch, careful of her swollen stomach. She had to grab the couch's arm to sit successfully, but she managed.

Settling in, she propped her feet up on the table. It was uncomfortable, though. With a grunt, she took them off. Toby watched her warily from a few feet away, pretending to be distracted in his book. Happy ignored him.

She tried stretching her legs horizontally across the couch. But she couldn't lift them. Her pregnant stomach was too big. Jaw clenching, she dangled her feet off the couch. They didn't reach the floor. She pulled the blanket over her lap. Accommodating her stomach bump, it didn't go as far as she wanted. She threw it to the ground.

In her peripheral vision, Toby raised his eyebrows.

She shrunk down in the pillows with crossed arms. Not a second later, though, she sat up. But she groaned and descended again. She patted the pillows aggressively, adjusting them to her desired position.

Once she finally stopped moving, Happy huffed through her nostrils. She reached for her phone, only to realize it was across the room, sitting on the kitchen counter. "Damn it!"

Toby put his book down and shuffled closer. "What? What's wrong?"

"I forgot my phone," she grumbled. "I need to order some parts to keep working on the baby's car seat."

"I'll do it for you."

"It's easier if you just gimme my phone."

"Let me take care of this for you, Hap."

Happy narrowed her eyes. She didn't feel like arguing. She huffed. "You'll get the right ones?"

"Well, how hard can it be?" Toby shrugged. "I know how to online shop."

"Yeah, I know. We still have all the sexy costumes you accidentally," she air quoted with her fingers, "ordered last month."

"I can do this for real, though. Let me help."

She pressed her lips together. "Yeah, Okay. I don't want to do this," she gestured towards the couch, "all over again. But if I say get me a pack of six inch screws and you get a three, I will hit you with the floppy car seat."

"Deal."