Lunck

Woke Jas.

"GOOD MORNING! GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED!" I've never seen Jas's fringe properly in the morning. She looks like a crazed badger/startled ferret/angry raccoon. "GET UP! WE HAVE FIVE HOURS TO GET READY!" That got her up.

"Go back to yours, get your washing stuff and several outfits to try. Tom's working until five so your fine." I ordered softly.

"Thanks Gee," she said, giving me a hug. "I don't know what I would have done without you..."

"Okay, well I lobe you in a non-lezzie way too. Now... GO!" And she shot out the house. In her pyjamas. I forgot to mention that part. "Don't forget make up!" I called after her.

One minute later

Whipped out my phone. Rang Tom.

"Hello, Thomas Jennings speaking." He has to stop answering the phone like that. It's vair vair creepy.

"You have one minute to explain yourself. Go."

"Gee, I love Jas more than you can imagine. When I found out Jas was pregnant, it was late and I'd had a shit day. I have to admit, I was scared out of my mind. I slept on it and decided I'd be there for whatever she wanted to do. I wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't want to. I didn't even know if I was ready to become a father, because my life's just straightening out. If you get Jas to Rosie's party tonight, I have rung Rosie and I plan to propose to Jas. I promise, I don't want this baby to grow up without a father, and I wouldn't do that to Jas. Is this good enough for you?" Holy crap I think he said that in one breath!

"Okay, I'll get Jas there. Just don't mess this up." I hissed and hung up the phone.

2:30pm

Have somehow got into a shouting match with Jas. I think it was because I said her yellow dress made her look like a beached whale.

"GEE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARED I AM! I MEAN NONE OF THIS WAS PLANNED! THIS BABY IS PROBABLY GOING TO GROW UP WITHOUT A FATHER NOW!" I smirked, knowing what was in store for Jas tonight. She slapped me. "DON'T YOU DARE SMIRK AT ME! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE PREGNANT!" Actually, I did have some idea. I told her this.

"Jas... I know exactly what you're going through. I'm eight months." I started crying. Jas put her arm around me.

"I'm so sorry Gee. I had no idea... How the hell did you keep that hidden? You're huge!"

"Triplet girls. No one except you and me knows."

"You mean... you kept this hidden from Dave?"

"Yeah. I didn't want him to get scared and run away."

"Okay, well today, you and me are going to show off our baby bumps. I know mine's tiny, but surely it'll still be a comfort if I show mine too..."

"Okay... dress time!" I said.

3:00pm

I have ended up in a long lilac dress that trails on the floor with a purple Venetian mask. Jas is almost the same, but hers is in teal, with a teal mask. Our stomachs are ridiculously obvious, but, as Jas said,

"We've got masks so people won't know who we are."

I'm sceptical. What are a few pieces of silk going to do to help me keep self confidence?

8:00pm, Driving to Rosie's shindig in London.

I can see Dave. He's in my rear view mirror, in the car behind us. It never occurred to me, he never came home last night. Ah well, he's there now.

8:30pm

Wow! This place is fabby. Time to tell Dave my news...

Gee's preggers! How's Dave going to take it?

Please R&R...

Love RoRo the Viking xxoo

P.S. One chappie to go...