Warm, cheery sunlight glistened through the soft lace curtains and filled the room with a gentle glow. A small clock on a bedside table started happily chiming.
"Son of a bitch!" SLAM! The happy clock flew into a wall and proceeded to fall to the floor in tiny bits.
A male voice chuckled softly, "C'mon, babe. Ya gotta get up."
"But, they're gonna stick me," a large pile of blankets whined.
A man-sized lump climbed atop the other lump beneath the large pile of blankets.
"Reno! Unless you're going to magically cure my morning sickness and screw me in the elevator, you'll stop that right now!"
The male voice chuckled again and purred, "Well, I do have one idea for a cure, I just need a, uh, patient to test it on."
"RENO! Turning my morning sickness into motion sickness is not curing it!"
"Well, technically-"
"Technically, I'm still sick! So it's not a cure. Now getoffa me so I can have sadistic nurses stab me with needles because I'm carrying your child."
A woman with long black hair emerged from the covers and a redhead flopped back and laughed.
"Love ya too, babe."