Hey y'all. Sorry for no updates last week – I was busy and just really didn't feel like writing. And you know that when writing begins to feel like a chore you need to take a break ASAP. But here's a chapter now, enjoy it.
I really don't want to write a disclaimer today…you all know I don't own the show right?
They left the hospital the same day, and neither Howard nor Bernadette said a single word the ride home, or the way up to the apartment. Bernadette went back to the bedroom immediately, murmuring something about going to lie down. As much as Howard wanted to go after her, he didn't. He probably wouldn't have been able to keep it together right now anyway.
So, what was he supposed to do? He sat down on the couch, crossing his legs and then quickly uncrossing them deeming that position insufficient, planting both feet firmly on the floor. No, not right either. He stood up, and began to pace behind the couch. No, not enough of a distraction. Next, he walked to the kitchen. Maybe he could put on the dishwasher, or something? Okay, that would work...if only he knew how to turn the dishwasher on. Now he kind of wished he'd listened when Bernadette told him how instead of just staring at her butt as she leaned over.
Howard sighed in exasperation, and rubbed his temples, leaning his elbows up on the countertop. He could see all the frozen vegetable bags that Bernadette had left out on the counter to thaw, and decided to put them away, since Howard was sure no one in that house would be eating dinner that night. He started over to the freezer, scanning the labels. Baby corn. Read one. Baby carrots. Read the other.
He shook his head – oh, irony, it was a bitch – opening the freezer to drop them in. Inside, was a package of baby shrimp. He picked it up, knowing now this was definitely not irony. And if that wasn't enough, he spotted a bag of baby spinach on the other end of the counter, practically glaring at him.
"I had to wrap my head around it before I could tell you."
She was going to tell him.
Less than a second later he'd picked that up too, and was walking over to the sink. Without a second thought, he pulled out the trash can and dumped all of the packages in, one by one.
Baby corn. Baby carrots. Baby shrimp. Baby spinach.
Baby spinach. Baby shrimp. Baby carrots. Baby corn.
Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.
...Be a man, Wolowitz. Be a man.
This is actually only half a chapter, but there was originally an author's note here I had to delete, and if I deleted the whole chapter the reviews would've gotten all messed up. So, I decided to take the next chapter, divide it in half and put the first half in place of the AN!