We walked into the lounge to find several Nerf guns spread out on the coffee table along with bags filled with what I amused was bullets.
"This looks like the Hunger Games." I realized with a little groan.
"Come on Dan, it'll be fun." He encouraged, picking up one of the brightly colored toy guns nervously. I then felt a smile ooze onto my face when I spotted the Nerf Bow. It was meant for girls which meant it was pink but pink was cool. "I want to be Katniss." I whined then went to grab my weapon of choice but Jennifer stopped me.
"If this is the Hunger Games, we have to start out in the corners." I then noticed that the room had been cleared in the middle and in the corners free of cludder or anything else that would cause injury. Phil reluctantly put his gun back and moved toward the nearest corner, wanting only that gun.
"Ready?" Jennifer asked when we were in our corners.
"Yes." Phil beamed but he was focused now.
"Yep." I nodded wanting that bow, I licked my lips nervously because of how intense the other two were. Just like the movie Jennifer counted backwards from ten.
"Ten, nine, eight," Her eyes flitted from me to the unblinking Phil, she was so excited like a puppy about to be let out for a walk. "Seven, six, five, four," Phil turned to me winked then turned back to the bow. I felt a funny flutter in my stomach but ignored it as the countdown neared its inevitable end. "Three, two, one, GO!" Jennifer bellowed. We all scrambled towards the center of the room where the guns and bags laid waiting.
I grabbed the bow but it didn't have any ammo. Phil grabbed his huge gun but it too lack ammunition. Jennifer grabbed all the bags before we realized what was happening then ran from the room laugh madly. Phil and I both looked at each other.
"Turuse?" He suggested.
"Truse." I agreed then gave him a quick peck on the mouth before we both charged after Jennifer. "Alright Jennifer, you can't hide forever." I called to her in the kitchen while Phil checked the dining room. I suddenly heard muffled giggles through the wall nearest the bedroom. I motioned for Phil to join me. We agreed the best tactic was for me to charge in, and have Phil grab her before she escaped completely. But went I went to open the door, I found something was shoved up against it... Or someone. I then heard more clearly giggling at sitting height on the other side of the door.
"Jennifer, let us in." Phil called laughing despite himself.
"No!" She giggled even louder and snorted a little at her wit.
"I'm coming in on the count of three." I warned backing up. She laughed maniacally at this. "One, two, three!" I charged at the door, and managed to hook my hand around the knob and throw open the door. But I wasn't expecting absolutely in resistance what so ever and went sprawling onto the floor. I got to my feet but Jennifer was already sprinting out the door. Phil jumped out from around the corner and caught her by the waist. She squealed with laughter and shock.
"No, no, no!" She whined laughing still as we took away the bags and found them bursting with bullets as well as empty water bottles. "I was thirsty." She admitted. Phil had managed to pinned her to the ground then he looked to me for direction.
"What should we do to her cheating treason, Daniel? Poison berries? Boil her in oil? Scalp her? Water torture?" He was teasing but we saw the mock terror in her eyes.
"No I have something much better." I grinned evilly then bent down next to them both. They both have curious faces as I did this then when I moved Jennifer's shirt up to reveal her belly, she squealed and squirmed with renew glee and joy at something she had long forgotten. Phil recognized this too and held down her arms and legs from kicking or getting away. I then placed my mouth just above her belly button then blew in the soft skin with as much mirth as the other two had. The raspberry was as loud as it was wet.
"Gross!" She moaned through her merriment.
"If you thought that was gross, wait until you see this!" Phil chuckled evilly then he took in a tremendous breathe, bent to her stomach and spurted louder than I thought possible. It must have been extremely ticklishly because she attempted to roll away completely while wailing in sheer ticklishly joy. "Stop! Stop, I beg of you!" She was tearing up and crossing her legs beneath her bonds. "I have to pee!" Instantly the tickling stopping and Phil and I shot up off the floor. She stumbled to the bathroom with everything below her waist clenched so not to let any liquid escape.
As she made her way towards the bathroom, I suddenly wondered 'Is this what it's like to have kids? If it is, then I want this kind of fun all the time!' I felt a sudden urge to wrap Phil in my arms like I had so long ago, so I did.
"What's this for?" Phil asked blushing as I hugged him from behind.
"Because I love you so much, you silly Philly." I mumbled rubbing my face into his hair. I managed to find his ear and I nibbled on it a little as I used my other hand to massage the sore spot in his neck that his had had since stress began growing in him. He moaned pleasurable then twisted around to face me.
"Dan, where have you been?" He smiled before kissing me with affectionate aggression. One hand found my neck which deepen the kiss, while the other hand pulled my waistband on my hip away from my body. I was about to do him right there, right then but I heard a small squeak from the bathroom. We both pulled apart confused.
"Jennifer?" I called concerned.
"Are you alright?" Phil asked pulling awhile and reorganizing himself.
"Just-just fine." She informed us unconvincingly. Then she appeared at the corner leading to the bathroom. I flashed my eyes to one of her hands attached to one of her arms crossed over her chest, she was holding a different pregnancy test. Phil grabbed my hand afraid of the answer. I wrapped a protective arm over his shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze.
"What does it say?" I asked for all of us.
"It's positive." She smiled then began crying out of joy as I pulled Phil into a happy peck on the lips. He was crying too then hugged me before running to Jennifer and giving her a hug too.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He repeated over and over, the next thank more grateful than the last. I suddenly felt the familiar horrible feeling of an extensional crisis falling in on me but I kept holding the same expression of joy and happiness as Phil leap back into my arms and kissed me like he truly loved me.
What am I saying? He does truly love me. And I truly love him... Right?