Chapter Two: Just Perfect
"So you're telling me you are pregnant?" Mike asked.
"No—I'm just wondering what you'll say if I was pregnant—duh you fucking moron." Haylie replied.
"Ooooooohh." Mike replied, acting like a moron.
"So…what's the answer?" Haylie asked.
"Congratulations, and hope it takes after me." Mike said with a sly smile and shrugged shoulders.
"Great—so you're probably expecting a kid who basically says that he's awesome?" Haylie asked.
"Yeah." Mike said.
"You sir, are a mental case." Haylie commented.
"What? Can I have a kid that takes after its father?" Mike asked.
"Well, can it have some of my characteristics as well?" Haylie asked.
"Sure, like what?" Mike asked.
"Well, my niceness towards people, my courageness to stand up to people like you, my smile, my eyes, my personality." Haylie listed.
"You want your potential kid to be boring as hell?" Mike asked.
"Oh shut up." Haylie said with a flick of her hand.
"Just stating the truth." Mike said.
"Well, the truth is annoying as hell and keeps on repeating awesome like fifty thousand fucking times, and is trying to be the WWE Champion, and I do hence the word trying."