Stotch Residence, Evening. Annie was watching a reality TV show. She felt her bump: five and a half months pregnant. Butters, her husband, came through the front door. He had recently started a teaching position at the elementary school.
Annie: Hi dear. How was the class?
Butters: As always, very annoying, and uncooperative with what I assigned them. One kid humiliated me, so I kept him in and he wasn't easy. You know, the usual.
Annie: So, the same kid?
Butters: No, there are others. They do it just because I'm new; every day is a slog. But, it's all worth it, coming home to you, and our unborn baby.
He sat next to her and kissed her cheek. He looked at her bump. Butters leaned his face closer to her stomach.
Butters: Hello there, little fella.
The bump moved.
Annie: It knows it's daddy is there.
Butters: I'm aware of that, honey. (To the bump) Daddy is now a teacher, and he's going to give you the best life, and be the best dad, and Annie will be the best mommy, something my parents never were.
The bump moved again.
Annie: Butters, that is so sweet of you. I know your parents grounded you for little things, chained you up in the basement, and other terrible things, so I'm glad you want to give the baby the opposite of what you had.
Butters: Me too.
Annie: By the way, we have several presents on the table.
Butters looks at them; they were all baby things, blue.
Butters: You never told me you had a baby shower today.
Annie: It was a surprise, and it's just between us mothers.
Butters: Who came?
Annie: Ah, you know, Wendy, Bebe, Red, Heidi, Nichole, them.
Butters: Are they pregnant too?
Annie: Yep.
Butters: Oh wow. It'll be raining babies soon.
Annie: Ha ha ha. Oh, you're so cute Butters.
Butters: And the baby?
Annie: I'm having an ultrasound tomorrow. If it's a boy, then he'll be the cutest thing ever. Butters?
Annie looks next to her; Butters had already gone to sleep.
Annie: Well, good night, my dear.
She drapes a blanket over him, kisses him lovingly and struggles up the stairs, before turning in for the night.
Author's Note: Sorry if I'm late, because of school. I am a little rusty, though.