Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in forever… lol k well I'm sad. My bf broke up with me… well kind of bf… k fine not really a bf. I liked him and he liked me for like 6 years. And now he likes this girl named Amanda Applegate. I'm sad. Like really sad. Sorry any way. Here's your story.
Okay. Being pregnant is no picnic. It's like not fun. Yesterday, I threw up through my nose. That was gross. Ewww… I feel fat. Eh. Ya not fun.
Erik's P.O.V.
Okay. Having a wife that's pregnant is no picnic. Yesterday, she threw up through her nose. Gross. She's even more beautiful than before though. She has that glow that only expecting mothers have. There are down sides though. Like what happened last week.
I woke up to her crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked groggily.
"I'm craving pickles and orange juice and we don't have any!" She wasn't really crying. More like whimpering.
"Orange juice and pickles?"
"Yea. It sounds like really good right now."
"Alright. Let me run over to the market and get you some." I looked over at the moon to try and determine what time it was. Great 3:00 am. Joy. I ran to the market to keep warm. I finally got the stuff and sprinted back to the house, But of course by the time I got back home, she was craving bananas and we had some at the house so she ate those and went to bed. I put the stuff in the freezer box and went back to sleep. The next morning, however, I woke up to her shrieking.
"What is it?"
"There are pickles and orange juice In here!"
"Yes, remember, you were craving them at 3 am?"
"Yea. But now I think I'm going to hurl from the sight! Please get rid of them!" I did being the nice husband that I am. She then commenced to her favorite spot in the library and began to listen to her noise maker.
"Hun?"
"What?" I asked a bit aggravated
"Will you please play me a song on the piano while I read?"
"You're already listening to some mu- noise"
"This is Helena by My Chemical Romance. It is one of the best songs in the world!" Trying to stop our argument, I said,
"Alright. Turn that no- music off and I will play you a song."
"Thank you!" She picked up one of my newer books, Les Miserables, and began reading.
"Lovely choice dear."
"Thank you sir!" She mimicked me in the best aristocratic voice that she could muster.
I decided to play some of the music that she brought back with her from her time. It was indeed, Les Miserables. She got up. Confused, I stopped playing.
Cosset's POV
I loved this song. It was A Heart Full of Song. I began singing when it came to my part.
Marious: A heart full of love a heart full of song I'm doing everything all wrong, oh god for shame; I do not even no your name. Will you tell? Will you say?
Cosset: (fancy that? That's exactly where I got that! Just to clear things up… Marious and cosset are from the book Les Miserables by victor Hugo. I love the name cosset and the book les Miserables so I decided to name my main character cosset. I like Eponine better though:) Any ways, Cosset and Erik are two different people.) A heart full of love. No fear no regret!
Marious: My name is Marious Potmerce!
Cosset: And mines Cosset!
Marious: Cosset, I don't know what to say.
Cosset: Then make no sound!
Marious: I am lost!
Cosset: I am found!
(It keeps going on and I'm tired of writing… It's really pretty though!)
"How come you never sing for me?"
"What?" I asked slightly confused. (This is our cosset remember)
"The last time I heard you sing was Amazing Grace like a year ago. You have a beautiful voice!"
"Well, thank you love, but you have to say that. You're my husband, remember?"
"Yes, but I mean it!"
"Well, thank yooou!" wow I finished that oddly. But I'd just felt something weird in my stomach. "Erik! It think the baby's kicking!"
Ummm… yea, not a cliff hanger. Just tired of writing! Sorry lovers! Ttyl!
