CHOOSING SIDES FOR NOTHING
"You realize this is all your fault, don't you?"
Harm stood before his wife, unable to look her straight in the eye. He only nodded in agreement. Being married to a former Marine for 4 years had taught him there were times when it was best to simply just nod and agree.
"She was your idea, your gift to me. And you promised you'd help out with the responsibility. But I'll give you a choice. You can pick which mess to clean up," Mac stated gallantly, smirking at him.
The tall, dark-haired ex-sailor glanced from the puddle on their new carpet and then over to the gurgling baby on the changing table. Little Megan had a chew toy in her hand and was waving it around, gleefully, as she lay on the table. The offending object was a dirty diaper that was sending out smells so strong Harm felt like he was back in the boys bathroom in high school again.
The puddle on the carpet, however, had not been caused by their darling little daughter but by little Maggie. Maggie, with her golden hair, sat next to the puddle, tail wagging as if to say, "Look what I did!"
It was the baby's diaper or the dog's mess.
"I'll flip you for it," he challenged, pulling a coin from his pocket and looking back up at his wife.
"You're on," she agreed. "But not that coin."
"What's wrong with this coin?" Harm asked, looking at both sides of it.
"That coin's a special coin. We're not using it to flip for cleaning up these messes," Mac argued.
"Don't you think that we should keep creating memories with this coin, though? I mean, the first one turned out so well," he argued back.
"Harm, the coin landed on its side in the crack in the floor. I want it to actually pick sides this time."
He let out a laugh. "Come on, what are the odds of that happening again?"
Mac reached out and snatched the coin from his hand. "I'll take this. Find another coin to flip with."
Harm dug through his pockets and pulled out a quarter. Positioning it on his hand, he said, "Call it in the air."
"Heads."
They both watched as the coin flipped through the air, fell towards the ground, and landed right in a groove on the hardwood floor, stuck standing on its side.
"You've got to be kidding me," they both said, glancing at each other in disbelief.
"I'll get you the carpet cleaner so you can use it when you finish with Megan's diaper, okay?" Mac smiled and patted her husband on the arm.
He shook his head and moved to help out his daughter. "It worked well the last time that happened," he muttered.
AN: Thanks once again for all the wonderful reviews. No promises, but there might be a long story in the future. Plus, I hope to finish off my one story that's been on hiatus for a few years now. Encouragement would be lovely...but I do appreciate everyone taking the time to read and I really love those who take even more time to review.