Alexmiotti
01-10-2011, 01:15 AM
Started out as a 5 part story for my girlfriend, then it kinda came to life on it's own and not really what I had planned for her haha... Anyway, I plan on writing two more parts, any and all help/advice/criticism/questions welcome!
Alexander Miotti
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Try It Sometime
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“I’m not gonna bring it in the room, baby.” Scott yelled across the kitchen back to the bedroom.
“Pleeeeeeeeease!! I don’t wanna get up.” Barbra yelled back through the hallway.
“Noooo!” Scott yelled back playfully, “the crumbs will attract ants and I really don’t want ants in the new apartment.”
“What if I promise to be extra careful?” Barbra smiled as she picked herself up from the sheets.
Scott looked down and pretended to think about it for a second and then looked back through the hallway where his wife sat upright in bed, pretending to pout. *He sighed and looked back down and then quickly back up to her, “Extra careful?” he repeated
“Extra careful!” She said, removing her false pout replacing it with a goofy grin that somehow said, “I love you.”
He scooped out the egg scramble onto a pair of brand new plates, applied the final touches with salt, pepper, and a pinch of garlic. He then searched the kitchen for the place mats, they had barely finished moving in last night and he was unfamiliar with the layout of their new apartment. Cardboard boxes still lined the living room walls and the cupboards still smelled like fresh paint.
“Here they are,” he thought to himself shutting the cupboard above the microwave. “Why she put them here, I’ll never know,” he thought again and laughed. He grabbed the mats, plates and silverware and headed into the bedroom. He shut the door with his heel as he walked through the door. He balanced both plates on his left arm as he laid down the place mats with his right. He set the plates down first hers and then his and slid back under the covers.
They ate in silence for about thirty five seconds before Scott asked, “So how’d everything go yesterday?”
“Hmm?” Barbra said, her mouth still full of food. “Mm!” she quickly scarfed down the remaining bite and cleared her throat. “Everything went well!”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Well, I didn’t hit any traffic on the way through the valley…”
“Riiiiiight… Anything else?”
“The Taco guy was back! I got two carne asada tacos, they were deliciousssss…”
“So the Taco guy was the most exciting part of the day?”
“Yup!" Barbra looked at him and smiled.
“Soooo, nothing happened with the audition?”
“Oh right! The audtion!” Barbra quickly put her fork down, “I got the part.”
“What? Really? This is awesome, after months of…”
Barbra cut him off, “I’m not gonna take it.”
“Wait, what? I thought this was your dream.”
“Babe. I’m pregnant.”
There. She said it. At that moment, she couldn’t tell the difference between her fear and her relief; relief that she had finally told him and fear of how he would react. Everything had suddenly mixed together into some sort of incomprehensible mess. She didn’t look him in the eyes; instead she stared down at her half finished eggs. Finally Scott broke the silence with, “Well, is it mine?”
She smiled and flung her arms around him knocking her remaining food on the place mat. “Of course it’s yours!” She reassured him, even though she knew he only said it to make her laugh. The idea that she had been with someone else
was so absurd, it was laughable.
“I love you.” He whispered quietly into her ear and brushed her hair out of her face. “And whatever parasite seems to be growing inside you.” He gently pushed her back and smiled. She meant everything to him and the realization that he was going to be a father hadn’t quite set in yet. Instead of thinking about it any longer, he grabbed his phone and took a picture of Barbra before
she had a chance to realize what he was doing.
“Babe, what did you just do?”
“Oh, I think you know.”
“You did not. Babe, you did not just take a picture of me.”
Scott started laughing and laid back against the pillows, hiding his phone behind his back.
“Baaaaaabe!! I’m not wearing makeup or anything! Give me the phone”
“Nope! We’ll always have this picture and the memory of when our family became three and not just two.”
“How about…” Barbra paused and looked up at the ceiling. “We just keep it in our hearts and not in digital.” She lunged for his phone, but he quickly pulled it back. Scott removed himself (and the plates and mats) from the bed.
“Come get it.” He smiled. They wrestled for a moment before Scott finally gave up and handed her the phone. She quickly deleted the picture and looked at him with a smirk of the satisfaction of making him give in. Scott just smiled and debated whether or not he would tell her he had e-mailed himself the picture. “Not yet.” He thought, “Not yet.”
Alexander Miotti
*
Try It Sometime
*
“I’m not gonna bring it in the room, baby.” Scott yelled across the kitchen back to the bedroom.
“Pleeeeeeeeease!! I don’t wanna get up.” Barbra yelled back through the hallway.
“Noooo!” Scott yelled back playfully, “the crumbs will attract ants and I really don’t want ants in the new apartment.”
“What if I promise to be extra careful?” Barbra smiled as she picked herself up from the sheets.
Scott looked down and pretended to think about it for a second and then looked back through the hallway where his wife sat upright in bed, pretending to pout. *He sighed and looked back down and then quickly back up to her, “Extra careful?” he repeated
“Extra careful!” She said, removing her false pout replacing it with a goofy grin that somehow said, “I love you.”
He scooped out the egg scramble onto a pair of brand new plates, applied the final touches with salt, pepper, and a pinch of garlic. He then searched the kitchen for the place mats, they had barely finished moving in last night and he was unfamiliar with the layout of their new apartment. Cardboard boxes still lined the living room walls and the cupboards still smelled like fresh paint.
“Here they are,” he thought to himself shutting the cupboard above the microwave. “Why she put them here, I’ll never know,” he thought again and laughed. He grabbed the mats, plates and silverware and headed into the bedroom. He shut the door with his heel as he walked through the door. He balanced both plates on his left arm as he laid down the place mats with his right. He set the plates down first hers and then his and slid back under the covers.
They ate in silence for about thirty five seconds before Scott asked, “So how’d everything go yesterday?”
“Hmm?” Barbra said, her mouth still full of food. “Mm!” she quickly scarfed down the remaining bite and cleared her throat. “Everything went well!”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Well, I didn’t hit any traffic on the way through the valley…”
“Riiiiiight… Anything else?”
“The Taco guy was back! I got two carne asada tacos, they were deliciousssss…”
“So the Taco guy was the most exciting part of the day?”
“Yup!" Barbra looked at him and smiled.
“Soooo, nothing happened with the audition?”
“Oh right! The audtion!” Barbra quickly put her fork down, “I got the part.”
“What? Really? This is awesome, after months of…”
Barbra cut him off, “I’m not gonna take it.”
“Wait, what? I thought this was your dream.”
“Babe. I’m pregnant.”
There. She said it. At that moment, she couldn’t tell the difference between her fear and her relief; relief that she had finally told him and fear of how he would react. Everything had suddenly mixed together into some sort of incomprehensible mess. She didn’t look him in the eyes; instead she stared down at her half finished eggs. Finally Scott broke the silence with, “Well, is it mine?”
She smiled and flung her arms around him knocking her remaining food on the place mat. “Of course it’s yours!” She reassured him, even though she knew he only said it to make her laugh. The idea that she had been with someone else
was so absurd, it was laughable.
“I love you.” He whispered quietly into her ear and brushed her hair out of her face. “And whatever parasite seems to be growing inside you.” He gently pushed her back and smiled. She meant everything to him and the realization that he was going to be a father hadn’t quite set in yet. Instead of thinking about it any longer, he grabbed his phone and took a picture of Barbra before
she had a chance to realize what he was doing.
“Babe, what did you just do?”
“Oh, I think you know.”
“You did not. Babe, you did not just take a picture of me.”
Scott started laughing and laid back against the pillows, hiding his phone behind his back.
“Baaaaaabe!! I’m not wearing makeup or anything! Give me the phone”
“Nope! We’ll always have this picture and the memory of when our family became three and not just two.”
“How about…” Barbra paused and looked up at the ceiling. “We just keep it in our hearts and not in digital.” She lunged for his phone, but he quickly pulled it back. Scott removed himself (and the plates and mats) from the bed.
“Come get it.” He smiled. They wrestled for a moment before Scott finally gave up and handed her the phone. She quickly deleted the picture and looked at him with a smirk of the satisfaction of making him give in. Scott just smiled and debated whether or not he would tell her he had e-mailed himself the picture. “Not yet.” He thought, “Not yet.”