Hey guys. This is pretty much just an exposition chapter, not much really goes on but you do find something pretty important about our little Vince. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review if you did. Thanks.
He was finally taken down with a shot to the head. All 4 attackers were killed."
This is a fucked up world. I thought to myself. Just then I heard a knocking sound in the hallway and turned my head to the side. My wife was standing there, looking beautiful in her light pink night gown. Just woke up, bed-head, no make up... but still beautiful. I shut the TV off as she made her way around the couch. I smiled at her and as she sat down you could just barely see her belly jutting out from under the gown. She was 3 months pregnant. Her name was Shannon, we'd been married for 3 years and dating for 5 before that. She finally convinced me to try for a kid around 6, 7 months before. I thought it was a bad idea since the long-ass hours I get, but she insisted it would be great.
"Happy birthday." She said as she snuggled beside me.
"Thanks, Shan." I said, smiling. "Coffee?" I asked her.
"Nah, I'm trying to lay off the caffeine."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"You sure?"
"Yes! God."
"Well it's just that without your coffee you're usually a freakin' zombie in the morning."
She jokingly hit me and I then got off the couch and began walking drunkenly, imitating her. I started yelling "Where's the damn coffee!?" I kept the act for a bit, randomly grunting and hitting things until I made my way back to the living room and "found" the coffee.
"Oh, thank god!" I said in a falsetto voice.
Shannon started laughing and between chuckles she hit me with a pillow. I then plopped down beside her, wrapped my arm around her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Later that night, we had arrived at the restaurant my wife had picked out for dinner. Most of the guys from the station were there. There was Cheryl the receptionist, Mac the IT guy, and a couple other people I didn't really know that well. Sherriff Atkins was sitting at a booth sipping on some gin waiting for everyone else to finish their greetings. He was a tall, African-American man who had somewhat of a beer-belly. He wasn't a very good shaver either as you could see random patches of hair on his chin and face. He was around 40, and had a scar slightly below his left eye from when he was hit in the face with a pair of brass knuckles.
The doc said he would lose a portion of his eyesight. The department wanted to take the badge away and retire him but he wouldn't hear it. He showed them he could still see fine, going to the shooting range hitting all 15 moving targets without a single miss in almost record time. Sure he was a bit old and fat, but he was clever and had great reflexes. He waved me over and I finished up the conversation I was having with some random guy I didn't know about football or some other sport. Personally, I was a hockey guy myself.
Anyway, I walked over to the booth and as I sat down he slid a beer across the table. "Happy birthday, Vince." He said. "Thanks, Lee." I replied. (His first name was Leland.)
"You hear about that cannibal shit in Russia?" I asked.
"Yeah... the world's a shit hole, ain't it Vinny?"
` "Yup." I said with a heavy sigh and a swig of beer. "Oh, and don't call me that." I added.
"You got a nickname for me, why can't I have one for you?"
"You got Vince."
"Yeah, but Vince ain't really a nickname now is it?"
"Neither is Lee."
"Fair point."
Just then Shannon walked up and smiled at Lee. "Hello, Shannon." Leland said. "Howdy Sherriff!" She said as she sat beside me.
"How's the kid?" He asked.
"Pretty good, thank you."
"Ya'll find out what it is yet?"
"Nope." I said "Not yet."
"The doctor said we should know by next month." Shannon said.
"Well, be sure to let me know." Lee said. "Oh, and here's your present." He added, flinging a twenty out of his wallet onto the table.
"Oh, you don't have to give me anything Lee."
He chuckled. "It's for the drinks, a man's gotta drink on his birthday!" He said, edging his way out of the booth. "See ya Monday." I said. He waved as he was walking away and I spent the rest of the night with mostly random people I didn't know too well, but hey, I did get free drinks.
ps: I don't know much about pregnancy stuff so please correct me If I'm wrong saying you could tell she's pregnant after 3 months and if they find out the gender at 4 months. I honestly had no idea.