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"I can't believe you knocked her up," Tyler said as he broke, three solids pocketed. Reid rolled his eyes. "It was her idea, douche."
"Yeah, but did you really expect her to say yes when you say, 'so, I guess we should get married'? Not very romantic dude," Pogue said, leaning against the table as he watched Reid take a shot. Reid scratched. "Fuck! Look, I didn't know I had to be all romantic about it. I'm not a very romantic person so-"
"We know," Pogue and Tyler said simultaneously. Reid huffed slightly. "Well what was I supposed to do?! I mean, I don't-"
Pogue and Tyler grinned when Reid stumbled over his words. "Well, I don't fucking hate her."
"Look, you're twitterpated. We know," Tyler said taking his shot. "Maybe you should have said you wanted to marry her because you love her and not because you stuck a bun in her oven."
Pogue nodded. "Dude, has a point."
"Well, how I supposed to know she was gonna deck me because I failed to mention that little detail?"
"Because it's Ames. How many times in the past have you guys gotten into fights where she punched you for being a dick?"
Reid tried to figure the amount up in his head. "A lot."
Pogue shrugged. "Then why are you surprised?"
Reid threw his pool cue down. "She's driving me insane."
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"Just talk to him," Sarah pleaded, "He bought you a mini van."
"Okay, first off, the mini van was so I'd have something safer to drive his spawn around in," Amelia said through bites of her burrito, "second off, I am not talking to some jackass who thinks it's okay to get married because you're having a kid. He should want to marry me because he loves me."
"He does love you," Sarah cried, "he calls you every day to see if you're okay and you won't talk to him."
"I'm about to stop talking to you," she snapped irritably, laying a hand on her bulging stomach. "He needs to just listen to his mother and leave me alone," she said, muttering under her breath heatedly, "I hate that bitch."
"Yeah, she's always been like that," Sarah said, her thoughts drifting, "you know I think she hates Caleb."
"Caleb probably would have told you he wanted to marry you because he loved you if you were knocked up," Amelia mumbled as she finished off her burrito and started in on her slice of apple pie. "Oh," Sarah exclaimed, making a face of abject horror, "don't even start! You wanted this remember? Save the third bloodline and all that jazz."
"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Amelia hissed, polishing off her last bite of pie. She slowly stood and picked up her plates, and put them in the sink. Amelia frowned down at her stomach. "You make Mommy's back hurt very much."
There was a kick in response and she groaned. "You're a pain in the ass like your father."
Amelia waddled into the living room as the front door opened to reveal Pogue. He smiled at her broadly, "Hey Momma, where's Callie?"
"She's upstairs practicing," she replied, as he kissed her cheek. Pogue helped her sit down on the couch and she put a large pair of headphones over her abdomen. Pogue raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"It's so my kid has good musical taste," she said, as she turned on the stereo, next to the television using a remote and switched CDs until she found the one she wanted.
"Oh like Mozart to make him smarter?" Sarah called from the kitchen.
"No," Amelia snorted. Pogue cut his eyes at her. "Then what is he listening to?"
"AC/DC," she said, causing his jaw to drop. She said defensively, "It keeps him calm. He likes it."
"I'm afraid to ask what his favorite song is," Pogue said rolling his eyes. She threw him a lop-sided grin. "Same as his father."
Pogue pulled the plug on the headphones and "Shook Me All Night Long" blared through the speakers. He raised an eyebrow. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"I love this song," Reid said, as he barreled through the door carrying a large box.
What," Amelia said as she struggled to stand, before giving up finally, "do you think you're doing?!"
Reid grinned mischievously at her. "I'm moving in."
Amelia's mouth dropped open and she glared at him. "Oh, no. No."
"Not your choice," he said simply, "we're having a kid and I'm taking responsibility."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Couldn't you just take responsibility from a distance? You know from like Ipswich? Or maybe Africa? I hear Kenya's nice this time of year."
"Why are you so pissy?" he asked, though he obviously didn't care to know the answer since he had already begun walking upstairs. She threw the remote to the television at him and screamed, "Because you turned me into a fucking whale!"
"Hey," he yelled, still grinning as he ducked the flying remote, "no cursing in front of the fetus!"
Amelia let out a high pitched growl and squirmed as she tried to stand. Pogue hurried to her side. She practically shoved him away as she shuffled towards the stairs, hobbling up them as quickly as possible. When she found him, he was shoving clothes into her closet. She stamped her foot. "You are not staying in my room!"
Reid gave her a peck on the cheek and continued to unpack. "Oh come on, Ames. Did you really expect me to just sit back and let you do all the work?"
She huffed again. "No."
"Then what's the big deal in me being here?" he asked, rubbing her shoulders. Amelia began to sway, closing her eyes. "That feels nice."
"Well, if I'm here you can have back rubs or foot rubs whenever you want one."
He could feel her anger with him subsiding as her face broke out in a thoughtful expression. "It would be nice."
""I could make you breakfast in bed," he added coaxingly. She bit her lip. "Would you make Belgian waffles?"
"Blueberry ones," he said smiling. She sighed. "Okay, you can stay, but we're not getting married."
Reid stuck his lip out, pouting. "Why not?!"
"I'm not marrying you just because you knocked me up," she snapped, sitting down on her bed. He groaned and sat down beside her. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Well, that's what it sounds like when your exact words are 'So, I guess we should get married'."
He flinched at the memory. "Yeah, I know, I was stupid for saying it like that."
"You were just plain stupid for saying it," she muttered, crossing her arms. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. "Ames, you know I suck at all that romantic crap."
She nodded silently. He grabbed a hold of her, turning her to look at him. "But I do love you. And I do want to marry you."
She bit her lip again. "I'm just not ready. I mean, having this baby is already a lot."
Her brow furrowed. "And I don't want to be fat in my wedding pictures."
He laughed and kissed her. "I understand completely. Besides, weddings are a girl thing so, whatever you want."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm so sleepy."
"Well, let's take a nap," he said, helping her lay down. Amelia yawned, "Don't you have more stuff to unpack."
He grinned. "I only brought one box in case you turned me down."
She laughed slightly and he cuddled up against her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "I love you, Ames," he said, kissing her shoulder. She turned slightly to look at him. "I love you, too."