Chapter Two
Disclaimer: ok so in the first chapter i screwed up and forgot the disclaimer and now i can't figure out how to edit it(this is my first fic), so i just want to say that as brilliant as you all think i am, it was jonathan larson who created these characters back in 95/96 and not my 5/6 year old self, although i DO own any and all offspring and the homophobic woman in the bookstore but neither appear in this chapter.
I came home from the office that day to find Maureen curled up on the couch eating popcorn and watching TV. I sat down next to her and kissed her on the forehead as she snuggled up close to me and got comfortable with her head resting in my lap. God she was beautiful. We sat there in silence for a few minutes just watching the TV screen. Suddenly she rolled over to look up at me. I just looked down at her, smiling. Out of nowhere she suddenly asked "Do you want to be momma or mommy?"
"Huh?" I looked at her, confused. Did this mean that...
"Pookie, I'm pregnant!" She squealed as she quickly sat up and turned around, straddling me. She was beaming.
"So do you want to me momma or mommy?" She asked again, eager for my reply.
"Oh... my... god." I just sat there, my mouth hanging open. I wasn't sure what to say; this was just too amazing. I was about to give up on being a mother after a very unsuccessful year of trying to have a baby with both of our DNA. But now she was pregnant. Oh my god. We were gonna be moms.
"Pookie? Are you okay?" She asked, her smile fading a bit. I guess I looked more shocked than I realized.
"Momma." I said. "I want to be momma."
As I finished saying this, she started bouncing up and down, obviously forgetting where she was sitting.
"Honeybear..." I started to say, but as I leaned in to kiss her she jumped out of my lap and ran for the phone.
"Who should we call first?"
"Are you serious, Mo?" I asked her, hoping she'd sense the annoyance in my voice. "You tell me that I'm going to be a mom and you, Maureen Johnson, doesn't want to celebrate right away?" I arched my left eyebrow at her. "I know that being pregnant can lower your sex drive, but I didn't think it would be this soon."
She stood there for a minute biting her bottom lip in thought. She knew how much that turned me on, and right now she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that she was doing this on purpose because she was starting to smile a little. When I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway to our bedroom.
I ran a spell check on this but I know the grammer may not be completely correct because I suck at writing stories with dialogue, so if anyone has any suggestions let me know!
