Sorry for my long abscence, but I just lost interest in this story. I am finally writing another chapter, a final chapter, but do not fear- I may write a sequel, and if I do, it's easier to start fresh with a new story, than continue on this.
Luv Jordan xoxo.
7 months, 7 ultrasounds/sonagrams, 700 cravings for ice cream, and chocolate, eternal morning sickness, castration threats aplenty and telling telling Matt and Amy's family about the babies, and 30 nights of Matt being banished to sleep on the couch later.
Amy was sitting at the dining room table, looking for her diary. She was doing this, whilst complaining to Matt about not being able to find it.
Jeff walked into the room, and sat down at the table.
"Jeff, have you seen my diary?" Amy said, holding her back, which was aching like a sunovabitch.
"What diary, you mean this?" Jeff said, holding up a small purple notepad diary.
"It looks like it. Let me just make sure." Amy said. reaching for it. Jeff pulled it away from her reaching range.
"I'll check. Amy, did you write this : ' The bloody worst thing (or best thing) about this pregnancy, is that I'm constantly horny! And it can't be helped, because I'm too big for Matty anymore! :cries: ' " Jeff mocked, faking a girly voice.
Jeff smirked, before seeing the look in Amy's eyes, squealing like a little girl, dropping the diary, running upstairs, and locking himself in his room, and watching Spongebob re-runs all day, because the Scooby Doo marathon wasn't on for another week...at least, that's what he would have done, had he escaped.
Amy had literally diven over the table, slide tackled Jeff to the ground, and tortured him, until he screamed; 'Uncle! Uncle!'... At least, she would have done that, had she not been pregnant. Intead, she settled for snatching her diary back, and sitting in her chair, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. "Asshole." Amy whispered.
'Damn hormones are a muthatrucking biatch. I wanna yell, and scream, but instead, I cry!' Amy screamed inside, as the metaphorical dam broke, and she left the room.
"Jeff!" Both Matt and Stephanie admonished.
"Sweetie, that was mean! you know what?" Steph questioned, before saying the most feared three words that man knew, and those words were... " You're.Cut.Off!!!!" Steph smirked this time.
(JEFF'S POV)
Everything seemed to be in slow motion, as Steph said those words. Matt winced. Sound disappeared. Jeff squealed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jeff sobbed, crawling to Steph.
"Please! Please! Give me one more chance!" Jeff cried, hugging her legs.
"Okay, but only beacause I know what Amy is doing at this very moment." Steph said.
"NOOO!!!!!!!" Jeff said, when he realized. He ran into the living room, to find broken Scooby Doo tapes, and an evilly grinning Amy, holding the last tape that wasn't smashed.
Amy raised that tape, and let it go, at the exact time, she doubled over with pain. She had been having small aches all day similar to this, but this was horrible.
She lowered herself onto a lounge, while she said two, very scary words, worse that the three others. The two words feared by any male. "It's time." Matt fainted. Jeff choked on his own saliva. Stephanie helped Amy to the car, and got her suitcase for the hospital, before getting Matt and Jeff.
Okay, maybe I'll write one more chapter, coz im not that mean. R & R!