Correcting a mistake

At eight months pregnant, Jackie was ready to kill somebody, her husband in particular. Her hormones had gone south. She had never been so sore and out of sorts in her entire life.

Tom was not faring any better, he had to watch what he said around his wife, in less risk having his head verbally bitten off. She was absolutely rotten tempered, and constantly cranky.

She was not sleeping all that well at night, meaning Tom was also not sleeping either. She would toss and turn or ask him to get her what she craved.

Many a night he would have to bite down on his tongue when she'd ask at half past three in the morning for salmon covered in curry, or corn on the cob smothered in peanut butter.

Even Doug and the rest of the Jump Street gang had noticed how exhausted their friend, was starting to look. He would snap at the slightest thing. Tom Hanson was not known for losing his temper easily. He had a foul temper, but it took a hell of a lot to make him truly lose it.

Doug and Tom were undercover as the McQuaid brothers. And Tom was starting to act more like Tommy McQuaid with more ease every day. People at school truly feared Tommy McQuaid.

For example in health class, they were talking about how to put a condom on properly, and about teen pregnancy, as well as how to avoid and notice the symptoms of the different kinds of sexually transmitted diseases.

Dean Edison made a crack about how Tom probably had knocked up a girl in every neighbour hood in the city. That any kids of his would probably end up as crack and junkie whores.

Tom had retaliated by smirking and walking over to Dean and forcing his mouth open and shoving the condom into his mouth, before patronizingly tapping him on the side of the face.

The teacher Mrs. Henderson, reprimanded Tom by asking him why he felt the need to act so immaturely. Tom's wise assed reply had the whole class, Doug included cracking up.

"He was talking about me having knocked up at least one girl in each neighbour hood in the city. Claiming any children of mine would be crack junkie whores.

I figured all used condoms were tossed into the can, once used, its only trash that is spewed out of that hole in the middle of his rat ass ugly mug." He added "besides why would anyone want that dick heads spawn polluting the world? I figured I do him a favour.

I can't have any competition for the role of knocking up a girl in every neighbour hood now could I? One set of crack junkie whore kids is enough. Don't you agree Mrs Henderson?" Tom asked condescendingly, with a sneer on his beautiful face. This earned a glared from the teacher and a round of sniggering from the rest of the class.

Doug had to go along with the others in their amusement, but in fact he was hearing warning bells or more like wailing sirens going off in side of his head.

And then there was the drug dealer who they were supposed to make the deal with. He made some wise assed crack, and Tom had taken out his pen knife and had threatened to carve his name into the ass and fore head of said drug dealer.

Said drug dealer had practically shit him self. Doug had to discreetly rein Tom in, or else his partner, he was going to do something really stupid. That was sure to cost him his badge and get his cover blown.

Doug was starting to worry and he had told Fuller what was happening. In the end fuller made Tom go home and have a four day weekend instead of three.

Tom had black rings under his eyes from lack of sleep. Jackie didn't look any better off either. When Tom had arrived home, he found Jackie a sleep on the couch.

He had woken her and told her to come up stairs that he was going to join her and get a couple hours of sleep before dinner. She quickly agreed, feeling more comfortable if she had her husband to cuddle up to.