The Cost of Quatroformagio (with extra olives)
Janine Morris
AN: This was just an idea that popped into my head. You know those where they get in your head and you have to stop everything and write them? Yeah, this is one of these! Sorry! I know, I should finish the ones I started before I start a new one. might be awhile before this is updated. Disclaimer: You all know who the characters belong to. I suppose a few of them belong to me so to speak. Dedication: FoolishLover for helping with the plot and the name! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!
Prologue
Yvonne McGruder cradled the small baby boy in her arms. Matt was only a month old. She didn't know what she was going to do. She could barley afford the small apartment on Miranda that she was living in. Food and diapers were eating up her expenses. She promised herself to love her child no matter how much he ruined her life. She missed her days as the female boxing champion on Red Dwarf. It wasn't a bad way to go. When she was on Red Dwarf she was strong. She could take anyone. Here, she was a lonely poor single mother with a child she could barley care for, and the red bill increasing by the day. On top of that she was sleep deprived and unemployed. It was amazing what one drunken night in a coma could do to your life.
Yvonne kissed Matt on the head. He had just recently fallen asleep from a nonstop crying fest that was beginning to become a daily occurrence. She finally had the quiet moment to think. This beautiful baby boy was the result of a drunken horny liaison that only lasted only 12 minutes. Her thoughts had been interrupted by the sound of honking horns and car alarms outside. Couldn't she get a moment to herself? There was a knock at the door. Yvonne slowly opened the door with one arm. And held on to Matt with the other. It was the apartment manager.
"Yvonne, I have been patient with you long enough, I need the money for your rent and I need it now!" he said.
Yvonne hesitated. "I promise I'll have it for you. in a week! You have to give me one more week, sir!" She begged. She cradled Matt, hoping he would see her state of distress.
He sighed. "McGruder, this is your last chance! I need that money! I'll be back in a week, and if you don't have it I'm afraid you cannot stay here!" he shouted.
She agreed and gently shut the door and tucked Matt into bed. "I won't be long, Sweetie." She said, just before kissing him goodnight and walking out the door.
Janine Morris
AN: This was just an idea that popped into my head. You know those where they get in your head and you have to stop everything and write them? Yeah, this is one of these! Sorry! I know, I should finish the ones I started before I start a new one. might be awhile before this is updated. Disclaimer: You all know who the characters belong to. I suppose a few of them belong to me so to speak. Dedication: FoolishLover for helping with the plot and the name! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!
Prologue
Yvonne McGruder cradled the small baby boy in her arms. Matt was only a month old. She didn't know what she was going to do. She could barley afford the small apartment on Miranda that she was living in. Food and diapers were eating up her expenses. She promised herself to love her child no matter how much he ruined her life. She missed her days as the female boxing champion on Red Dwarf. It wasn't a bad way to go. When she was on Red Dwarf she was strong. She could take anyone. Here, she was a lonely poor single mother with a child she could barley care for, and the red bill increasing by the day. On top of that she was sleep deprived and unemployed. It was amazing what one drunken night in a coma could do to your life.
Yvonne kissed Matt on the head. He had just recently fallen asleep from a nonstop crying fest that was beginning to become a daily occurrence. She finally had the quiet moment to think. This beautiful baby boy was the result of a drunken horny liaison that only lasted only 12 minutes. Her thoughts had been interrupted by the sound of honking horns and car alarms outside. Couldn't she get a moment to herself? There was a knock at the door. Yvonne slowly opened the door with one arm. And held on to Matt with the other. It was the apartment manager.
"Yvonne, I have been patient with you long enough, I need the money for your rent and I need it now!" he said.
Yvonne hesitated. "I promise I'll have it for you. in a week! You have to give me one more week, sir!" She begged. She cradled Matt, hoping he would see her state of distress.
He sighed. "McGruder, this is your last chance! I need that money! I'll be back in a week, and if you don't have it I'm afraid you cannot stay here!" he shouted.
She agreed and gently shut the door and tucked Matt into bed. "I won't be long, Sweetie." She said, just before kissing him goodnight and walking out the door.