We came home with printed versions of the ultrasounds.
It was the first picture we had of our son or daughter.
Dr. Sanders offered to tell us which we were having, but we agreed it was better to wait.
"I can already tell that our child will be beautiful. I know that the baby will look just like you." Jesse said.
"Please, Jesse." I said.
"It's true, I know it." He said.
We parked at our house and walked in.
I yawned.
"Oh, I'm so tired. I was up all night worrying-" I started.
"You have to stop doing that, Beca." Jesse interrupted me.
"And puking. Although I'd like to stop doing that, too." I said.
"Sorry, Becs." He said.
"It's all right." I said.
"You can sleep, if you want."He said.
"I'd love to, but I'd like something to eat first. Maybe popcorn?" I said.
That's the one thing I'm a pro at making." Jesse said.
"Why don't we watch a movie?" I said.
He looked at me like aliens had sucked my brains out.
"Who are you, and what did you do with my wife?" He asked.
"No, I'm serious. Whatever movie you want." I said.
"The Breakfast Club?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied.
"Beginning to end?" He continued.
"Yep." I said.
We curled up on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn later and watched the movie.
I'll be honest and say I thoroughly enjoyed it.
"Again?" He asked after the movie was over.
I smiled. "Sure."
Then I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep.
A/N:All right, folks! I felt like I needed to add at least one fluff chapter to the story, and of course I would use The Breakfast Club to do that. What you just read, was, in fact, a fluff. My first fluff, in fact. I did it!
