AN: Next chapter!
Peter had slept for hours on end. As he woke, he noticed MJ was gone and a note was left in her place. The note read, "Hey tiger, I just went to the doctor's office. I'll be back by one! I love you! MJ". He sighed and rolled out of the bed, noticing the clock said 12:55.
Peter: Hm...I guess I slept longer than I thought...
He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a frozen dinner from the fridge. He opened the box and stabbed some holes in the right spots. As he threw the dinner in the microwave, the door opened.
Peter: Hi MJ!
MJ: Hey Peter!! Guess what?
Peter: What?
MJ: The doctor gave me another test and it was positive too!
They danced around happily and kissed. They stopped after a few minutes as Peter put his hands around MJ's waist.
Peter: That's great! But won't you have to go to the other doctor for check ups and things?
MJ: Well, yeah. But the doctor there is good also. What's in the microwave? Don't forget that we have to put it in the box after we're done.
Peter: Uh...I think...pasta...or something close to it.
MJ: Oh...I'm going to go change...
MJ walked to the room and changed her clothes while Peter sat down at the table. MJ came back quickly.
MJ: Oh yeah, and I got some pamphlets that we need to look over together in my bag.
She walked across the room and to the door where she had left her purse. She pulled out about a pound of papers and walked back to the table.
Peter: It's going to take us all night to go through these!
MJ: No it won't. Let's get started...Well...I can't clean out the litter box...
Peter: What?! You mean that I have to clean out the stinky cat box for NINE MONTHS?!
MJ: Yes tiger, while my back aches and while I throw up.
Peter sighed as the microwave beeped. He stood up and pulled out the hot pasta and poured the sauce over it.
MJ: You know what? I'm not really that hungry...I'm going to go take a nap...On second thought...I'm going—
MJ sprinted to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Peter groaned as he thought about how this was how life was going to be for the next few months.
For the rest of the day, MJ slept, threw up, and watched TV while Peter tried to sleep, held back her hair, and sort of watched TV. At the end of the day, they both slept well...except for the one time that MJ threw up. But they were well rested by morning.
When they woke up, they heard a knock on their door. Peter stood and shuffled over drowsily. He threw open the door.
Man: Hello sir! Your U-haul van is here.
Peter: Oh wow... uh...we're not that ready yet...I'm sorry...Do you think that you could start moving the boxes into the van?
Man: Of course. Take your time.
The man called some of his workers up the stairs and they started to pick up the large boxes.
Peter: Thanks!
Peter ran to his room and woke up MJ.
Peter: MJ, wake up honey...the movers are here...
MJ: What?! Oh sorry...bad dream...that skipper guy from 'Gilligan's Island' was chasing me trying to stab me with a pickle...
Peter gave her an odd look before bursting into laughter.
MJ: Stop it! It's very traumatic!
Peter: I'm sorry...it's just sort of strange...
MJ: Yeah...it is...
She stood up and yawned. In mid-yawn, she gagged and dove between stray boxes to the bathroom. Peter sighed and jumped over the boxes to help her. He kneeled behind her and held back her hair while rubbing her back. A man picked up a box in front of the bathroom door.
Man: Are you alright?
MJ was still vomiting.
Peter: She's fine...just a little morning sickness...
Man: Oh...
The man carried the box away and to the truck. MJ stopped and stood up.
MJ: Where's Kitten?
Peter: She's in her little pen. Come on, we have to get dressed...
Peter ran back to the room and slipped on his clothes that he had put out the night before: a baby blue tee shirt and jeans. MJ slid into the room and put on her clothes and grabbed her purse from the side table that they hadn't taken yet.
MJ: Okay, I'm ready.
Peter: Me too...Should we help the workers?
MJ: Uh...you can...I can't really lift anything.
Peter: Oh yeah...I guess you can get Kitten together...
MJ: Okay, I'll meet you downstairs.
MJ walked over to the kitchen and pulled Kitten out of the tall pen. She tucked her into the hard cat carrier. She meowed in protest. MJ carried her down the stairs and to the U-haul. Peter tossed a box labeled 'clothing' into the back of the truck.
MJ: Kitten's stuff is all together Pete!
Peter: Cool...Uh...the only things that need to go in the truck are our blankets and our bed...
Just then two men came down the stairs holding the bed followed by a few more men holding the mattress and a box of blankets.
Man: Okay sir. We're done. You can go ahead and get going on your road trip. Send the bill to U-haul of Queens.
He handed Peter a sheet of paper and walked to another truck where all of the movers were.
Peter: Are you ready to go MJ?
MJ: Yep! I've got Kitten in her carrier, the address to the house, and my purse.
Peter climbed into the massive truck's driver seat. MJ sat in the passenger seat with Kitten in her carrier on her lap. He started up the van as they drove to their new house.
The drive was pretty calm, except for Kitten's yowls and cries. As soon as they drove up into the driveway, MJ squealed.
MJ: I can't believe that this is our new house!
The people who lived in the house on either side of them came out to greet them. MJ stepped out of the truck and was greeted by a young couple much like them and a small child. The woman evidently was pregnant. Her huge belly poked out like a watermelon. As Peter got out of the truck, he was greeted by a middle aged couple with a teenager who looked about 17 and a spastic child.
MJ: Hi, I'm Mary Jane Parker...you can call me MJ.
Tara Quinn (Woman): I'm Tara, nice to meet you! This is Greg, my husband and my daughter Felicity. And this is Baby Brad.
She pointed to her stomach.
MJ: Nice to meet you all...We're expecting a baby too.
Tara: Really? When did you find out?
MJ: Just yesterday.
Tara: Congratulations! Would you like to come to our house tonight to meet the neighbors?
MJ: Sure! That would be great! Well I have to get these boxes in the house. See you tonight!
MJ walked around to the other side of the truck.
Peter: Hey MJ, meet the Madisons.
MJ: Hi, nice to meet you.
Paul: Hi, I'm Paul and this is my wife, Lois, my daughter Megan and my son Joseph.
Megan: Do you happen to have a teenage son?
Peter: Uh...no, sorry! We just got married 2 years ago...If we did, then I would have had him when I was about 7.
Megan: I knew I'd never get a boyfriend!
She ran away crying into her house.
Peter: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make her cry!
Lois: Oh, she cries about everything, with her raging hormones.
Joseph poked Peter's abs.
Joseph: Look mommy! It hurts my finger when I poke his belly! Poke! Poke! Poke!
Paul: Stop it Joseph...did you take you medicine this morning?
Joseph: Wee! Where do babies come from mommy?! Look they have a kitty!
Joseph sprinted around the house quickly. Paul pulled out a gun from his pocket and shot the boy.
Peter: Oh my god!
MJ: Is he dead?!
Paul: Oh, don't worry. It's just a tranquilizer gun.
Joseph fell down to the ground in slow motion and laid on his side like he was dead.
MJ: Well, we have to get these boxes opened and together...So I guess we'll see you at the Quinn's house tonight, right?
Lois: Yes...do you need any help?
Peter: No, some people are coming to help us in a little bit.
Lois: Okay, we'll see you all later!
MJ: Bye!
Everyone went back to their houses. Just then, a truck of people pulled up behind them with their car in tow. The people helped them put all of the boxes inside the house and set up their bed in the largest room.
Peter: What room should be the baby's room?
MJ: I don't know...I mean, we don't know how many we're having?
Peter: What do you mean?
MJ: I mean, I could have triplets or twins...girls in my family almost always have more than one baby at a time...well except for me...I'm special...
Peter: Oh...well then how about...this room...
They walked to a different room. It was large with many windows and a closet.
MJ: I like it... we just have to paint it...
Peter: What color?
MJ: I don't know...oh, it's almost 6. Let's go over to the Quinns. But first...I have to find a better outfit...
MJ found her way thru the mountains of boxes to find her clothing. She picked out a bright blue and white puma sweat suit and her flip flops.
Peter: Why are you all dressed up?
MJ: I'm not...Well I mean, this is a new outfit, but it's not dressy. Where's Kitten?
Peter: Oh, she's downstairs. Why?
MJ: I don't know, it seems like she's so far away from everything and everywhere we are...Let's get over there...
The couple walked out of their new house and to the Quinns next door.
Tara: Hello there! Come on in, everyone's in the living room.
They followed Tara into the large living room where everyone was waiting, sipping coffee. They sat on a small red couch. Peter put his arm around MJ's shoulders as he accepted a cup of coffee. The Madisons were on the couch, minus their kids, next to theirs. Felicity, the Quinn's daughter was talking to her dad.
Tara: Felicity, will you go upstairs and read in your room?
Felicity: Yes mommy.
Felicity ran up the stairs.
MJ: She's so adorable!
Tara: Isn't she? She's already reading at a fourth grade level and she's only 5! So MJ, why did you both want to move here?
MJ: Well, we wanted to start a family and our little apartment couldn't hold more than us and our cat.
Lois: Oh you have a kitty too? We have a cat and he loves to meet with other cats to play.
MJ: Really? Because we were thinking of getting Kitten a friend.
Lois: That's great...maybe sometime next Saturday they can meet up.
MJ: Okay.
Paul leaned over to Peter and whispered.
Paul: Did your wife want the cat?
Peter: Yeah...sometimes it's okay, but god, it's annoying the rest of the time...
Paul: I know how you feel...She gave me the puppy eyed look and I melted to pieces. That was the worst mistake in my life...
Peter: I hate that cat...
Greg: So MJ, Tara told me that you and Peter are going to have a baby.
MJ: Yeah, we just found out yesterday. I'm sort of nervous. Does it hurt a lot like people say?
Tara: Oh my god yes! It's like pulling your bottom lip all the way over your head to the back of your neck!
Lois: It feels like your crapping a watermelon out of your...you know...
MJ: gee, that's good to know...
Tara: But what really helps is if you...
Greg: Uh, okay...honey, we're going to the kitchen for something to drink...
Greg and Paul stood up.
Paul: Do you want to come Peter?
Peter: Sure, I'll let you all talk about...whatever you want to talk about...
Peter stood and followed Greg and Paul to the kitchen.
Paul: Whew, I'm glad we got out of there before they started talking about how much they throw up when they're pregnant.
Peter: Yeah, MJ does a lot of that already...
Greg: Oh...that stinks...do you want a beer or anything?
Peter: I'm not much of a drinker...
Paul: I'll take one...
Greg reached into the fridge and tossed him a can.
Greg: Yeah...it really sucks when your wife is pregnant...they're always barfing...and eating...and crying...and whining about how their bras don't fit anymore...
Peter: Why wouldn't their bras fit?
Peter looked really confused.
Paul: I don't know why...they just yell about it and eat ice cream...and it always seems like 'Three's Company' is on whenever they're barfing...It's strange...
Peter: God, I hate the 'Three's Company' theme and knock on our door...We'll be waiting for you...dang it, now it's stuck in my head...
Greg: Yeah...it's like a curse.
MJ walked into the kitchen.
MJ: Hey Peter, I'm getting sort of tired...from us moving and all...so do you want to go home?
Peter: Uh, sure...See you guys later...
Greg: Oh wait! Hey Peter, do you want to go work out with us sometime at the gym?
Peter: Uh...sure...why not?
Greg: Cool...Bye!
MJ: Bye!
They walked to the front door and left. Peter took the keys from his pockets and unlocked the door.
MJ: Oh shit, I forgot where our room is...
Peter: It's upstairs...
MJ followed Peter upstairs and to their room. MJ opened a box labeled "MJ's clothes" and pulled out a pair of pink flannel PJ pants and a white shirt. She put them on and fell asleep quickly. Peter put on his pajamas and put in his earplugs and also fell fast asleep happily.
AN: Okay, sorry if it seemed rushed, but I have to cram as much stuff into one chapter as I can to keep you guys satisfied for two weeks. If I get more reviews, I can force the next chapter in before I leave for vacation on...uh...sometime this weekend. But I'm going ahead to MJ's 6th month so they can find out what the baby or babies (Muah ha!) is or are going to be. Be a doll and review! Love ya!
"I don't take coupons from giant chickens...not after the last time..."
Peter had slept for hours on end. As he woke, he noticed MJ was gone and a note was left in her place. The note read, "Hey tiger, I just went to the doctor's office. I'll be back by one! I love you! MJ". He sighed and rolled out of the bed, noticing the clock said 12:55.
Peter: Hm...I guess I slept longer than I thought...
He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a frozen dinner from the fridge. He opened the box and stabbed some holes in the right spots. As he threw the dinner in the microwave, the door opened.
Peter: Hi MJ!
MJ: Hey Peter!! Guess what?
Peter: What?
MJ: The doctor gave me another test and it was positive too!
They danced around happily and kissed. They stopped after a few minutes as Peter put his hands around MJ's waist.
Peter: That's great! But won't you have to go to the other doctor for check ups and things?
MJ: Well, yeah. But the doctor there is good also. What's in the microwave? Don't forget that we have to put it in the box after we're done.
Peter: Uh...I think...pasta...or something close to it.
MJ: Oh...I'm going to go change...
MJ walked to the room and changed her clothes while Peter sat down at the table. MJ came back quickly.
MJ: Oh yeah, and I got some pamphlets that we need to look over together in my bag.
She walked across the room and to the door where she had left her purse. She pulled out about a pound of papers and walked back to the table.
Peter: It's going to take us all night to go through these!
MJ: No it won't. Let's get started...Well...I can't clean out the litter box...
Peter: What?! You mean that I have to clean out the stinky cat box for NINE MONTHS?!
MJ: Yes tiger, while my back aches and while I throw up.
Peter sighed as the microwave beeped. He stood up and pulled out the hot pasta and poured the sauce over it.
MJ: You know what? I'm not really that hungry...I'm going to go take a nap...On second thought...I'm going—
MJ sprinted to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Peter groaned as he thought about how this was how life was going to be for the next few months.
For the rest of the day, MJ slept, threw up, and watched TV while Peter tried to sleep, held back her hair, and sort of watched TV. At the end of the day, they both slept well...except for the one time that MJ threw up. But they were well rested by morning.
When they woke up, they heard a knock on their door. Peter stood and shuffled over drowsily. He threw open the door.
Man: Hello sir! Your U-haul van is here.
Peter: Oh wow... uh...we're not that ready yet...I'm sorry...Do you think that you could start moving the boxes into the van?
Man: Of course. Take your time.
The man called some of his workers up the stairs and they started to pick up the large boxes.
Peter: Thanks!
Peter ran to his room and woke up MJ.
Peter: MJ, wake up honey...the movers are here...
MJ: What?! Oh sorry...bad dream...that skipper guy from 'Gilligan's Island' was chasing me trying to stab me with a pickle...
Peter gave her an odd look before bursting into laughter.
MJ: Stop it! It's very traumatic!
Peter: I'm sorry...it's just sort of strange...
MJ: Yeah...it is...
She stood up and yawned. In mid-yawn, she gagged and dove between stray boxes to the bathroom. Peter sighed and jumped over the boxes to help her. He kneeled behind her and held back her hair while rubbing her back. A man picked up a box in front of the bathroom door.
Man: Are you alright?
MJ was still vomiting.
Peter: She's fine...just a little morning sickness...
Man: Oh...
The man carried the box away and to the truck. MJ stopped and stood up.
MJ: Where's Kitten?
Peter: She's in her little pen. Come on, we have to get dressed...
Peter ran back to the room and slipped on his clothes that he had put out the night before: a baby blue tee shirt and jeans. MJ slid into the room and put on her clothes and grabbed her purse from the side table that they hadn't taken yet.
MJ: Okay, I'm ready.
Peter: Me too...Should we help the workers?
MJ: Uh...you can...I can't really lift anything.
Peter: Oh yeah...I guess you can get Kitten together...
MJ: Okay, I'll meet you downstairs.
MJ walked over to the kitchen and pulled Kitten out of the tall pen. She tucked her into the hard cat carrier. She meowed in protest. MJ carried her down the stairs and to the U-haul. Peter tossed a box labeled 'clothing' into the back of the truck.
MJ: Kitten's stuff is all together Pete!
Peter: Cool...Uh...the only things that need to go in the truck are our blankets and our bed...
Just then two men came down the stairs holding the bed followed by a few more men holding the mattress and a box of blankets.
Man: Okay sir. We're done. You can go ahead and get going on your road trip. Send the bill to U-haul of Queens.
He handed Peter a sheet of paper and walked to another truck where all of the movers were.
Peter: Are you ready to go MJ?
MJ: Yep! I've got Kitten in her carrier, the address to the house, and my purse.
Peter climbed into the massive truck's driver seat. MJ sat in the passenger seat with Kitten in her carrier on her lap. He started up the van as they drove to their new house.
The drive was pretty calm, except for Kitten's yowls and cries. As soon as they drove up into the driveway, MJ squealed.
MJ: I can't believe that this is our new house!
The people who lived in the house on either side of them came out to greet them. MJ stepped out of the truck and was greeted by a young couple much like them and a small child. The woman evidently was pregnant. Her huge belly poked out like a watermelon. As Peter got out of the truck, he was greeted by a middle aged couple with a teenager who looked about 17 and a spastic child.
MJ: Hi, I'm Mary Jane Parker...you can call me MJ.
Tara Quinn (Woman): I'm Tara, nice to meet you! This is Greg, my husband and my daughter Felicity. And this is Baby Brad.
She pointed to her stomach.
MJ: Nice to meet you all...We're expecting a baby too.
Tara: Really? When did you find out?
MJ: Just yesterday.
Tara: Congratulations! Would you like to come to our house tonight to meet the neighbors?
MJ: Sure! That would be great! Well I have to get these boxes in the house. See you tonight!
MJ walked around to the other side of the truck.
Peter: Hey MJ, meet the Madisons.
MJ: Hi, nice to meet you.
Paul: Hi, I'm Paul and this is my wife, Lois, my daughter Megan and my son Joseph.
Megan: Do you happen to have a teenage son?
Peter: Uh...no, sorry! We just got married 2 years ago...If we did, then I would have had him when I was about 7.
Megan: I knew I'd never get a boyfriend!
She ran away crying into her house.
Peter: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make her cry!
Lois: Oh, she cries about everything, with her raging hormones.
Joseph poked Peter's abs.
Joseph: Look mommy! It hurts my finger when I poke his belly! Poke! Poke! Poke!
Paul: Stop it Joseph...did you take you medicine this morning?
Joseph: Wee! Where do babies come from mommy?! Look they have a kitty!
Joseph sprinted around the house quickly. Paul pulled out a gun from his pocket and shot the boy.
Peter: Oh my god!
MJ: Is he dead?!
Paul: Oh, don't worry. It's just a tranquilizer gun.
Joseph fell down to the ground in slow motion and laid on his side like he was dead.
MJ: Well, we have to get these boxes opened and together...So I guess we'll see you at the Quinn's house tonight, right?
Lois: Yes...do you need any help?
Peter: No, some people are coming to help us in a little bit.
Lois: Okay, we'll see you all later!
MJ: Bye!
Everyone went back to their houses. Just then, a truck of people pulled up behind them with their car in tow. The people helped them put all of the boxes inside the house and set up their bed in the largest room.
Peter: What room should be the baby's room?
MJ: I don't know...I mean, we don't know how many we're having?
Peter: What do you mean?
MJ: I mean, I could have triplets or twins...girls in my family almost always have more than one baby at a time...well except for me...I'm special...
Peter: Oh...well then how about...this room...
They walked to a different room. It was large with many windows and a closet.
MJ: I like it... we just have to paint it...
Peter: What color?
MJ: I don't know...oh, it's almost 6. Let's go over to the Quinns. But first...I have to find a better outfit...
MJ found her way thru the mountains of boxes to find her clothing. She picked out a bright blue and white puma sweat suit and her flip flops.
Peter: Why are you all dressed up?
MJ: I'm not...Well I mean, this is a new outfit, but it's not dressy. Where's Kitten?
Peter: Oh, she's downstairs. Why?
MJ: I don't know, it seems like she's so far away from everything and everywhere we are...Let's get over there...
The couple walked out of their new house and to the Quinns next door.
Tara: Hello there! Come on in, everyone's in the living room.
They followed Tara into the large living room where everyone was waiting, sipping coffee. They sat on a small red couch. Peter put his arm around MJ's shoulders as he accepted a cup of coffee. The Madisons were on the couch, minus their kids, next to theirs. Felicity, the Quinn's daughter was talking to her dad.
Tara: Felicity, will you go upstairs and read in your room?
Felicity: Yes mommy.
Felicity ran up the stairs.
MJ: She's so adorable!
Tara: Isn't she? She's already reading at a fourth grade level and she's only 5! So MJ, why did you both want to move here?
MJ: Well, we wanted to start a family and our little apartment couldn't hold more than us and our cat.
Lois: Oh you have a kitty too? We have a cat and he loves to meet with other cats to play.
MJ: Really? Because we were thinking of getting Kitten a friend.
Lois: That's great...maybe sometime next Saturday they can meet up.
MJ: Okay.
Paul leaned over to Peter and whispered.
Paul: Did your wife want the cat?
Peter: Yeah...sometimes it's okay, but god, it's annoying the rest of the time...
Paul: I know how you feel...She gave me the puppy eyed look and I melted to pieces. That was the worst mistake in my life...
Peter: I hate that cat...
Greg: So MJ, Tara told me that you and Peter are going to have a baby.
MJ: Yeah, we just found out yesterday. I'm sort of nervous. Does it hurt a lot like people say?
Tara: Oh my god yes! It's like pulling your bottom lip all the way over your head to the back of your neck!
Lois: It feels like your crapping a watermelon out of your...you know...
MJ: gee, that's good to know...
Tara: But what really helps is if you...
Greg: Uh, okay...honey, we're going to the kitchen for something to drink...
Greg and Paul stood up.
Paul: Do you want to come Peter?
Peter: Sure, I'll let you all talk about...whatever you want to talk about...
Peter stood and followed Greg and Paul to the kitchen.
Paul: Whew, I'm glad we got out of there before they started talking about how much they throw up when they're pregnant.
Peter: Yeah, MJ does a lot of that already...
Greg: Oh...that stinks...do you want a beer or anything?
Peter: I'm not much of a drinker...
Paul: I'll take one...
Greg reached into the fridge and tossed him a can.
Greg: Yeah...it really sucks when your wife is pregnant...they're always barfing...and eating...and crying...and whining about how their bras don't fit anymore...
Peter: Why wouldn't their bras fit?
Peter looked really confused.
Paul: I don't know why...they just yell about it and eat ice cream...and it always seems like 'Three's Company' is on whenever they're barfing...It's strange...
Peter: God, I hate the 'Three's Company' theme and knock on our door...We'll be waiting for you...dang it, now it's stuck in my head...
Greg: Yeah...it's like a curse.
MJ walked into the kitchen.
MJ: Hey Peter, I'm getting sort of tired...from us moving and all...so do you want to go home?
Peter: Uh, sure...See you guys later...
Greg: Oh wait! Hey Peter, do you want to go work out with us sometime at the gym?
Peter: Uh...sure...why not?
Greg: Cool...Bye!
MJ: Bye!
They walked to the front door and left. Peter took the keys from his pockets and unlocked the door.
MJ: Oh shit, I forgot where our room is...
Peter: It's upstairs...
MJ followed Peter upstairs and to their room. MJ opened a box labeled "MJ's clothes" and pulled out a pair of pink flannel PJ pants and a white shirt. She put them on and fell asleep quickly. Peter put on his pajamas and put in his earplugs and also fell fast asleep happily.
AN: Okay, sorry if it seemed rushed, but I have to cram as much stuff into one chapter as I can to keep you guys satisfied for two weeks. If I get more reviews, I can force the next chapter in before I leave for vacation on...uh...sometime this weekend. But I'm going ahead to MJ's 6th month so they can find out what the baby or babies (Muah ha!) is or are going to be. Be a doll and review! Love ya!
"I don't take coupons from giant chickens...not after the last time..."