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Chapter Thirty-Three - Nothing We Haven't Said Already

So go ahead and take it back, so I can put your words behind that,

Talk is such a cheap reminder of the first time we made love,

Go ahead,

Go ahead,

Take it off of me baby, cause this feel just like the first time we made love,

-PRETTYMUCH FT. Iñigo Pascual, "Love,"

***

Archie

"Are you almost here?" Veronica whines, I try to contain my laughter but a few chuckles escape me and it earns me a scolding,

"Stop laughing at me," she screams, 

"Yes baby, I'm almost there and I got everything," I say glancing at the multitude of plastic bags that sit next to me on the passenger's side, 

"Are you sure you have everything?" she asks, 

"Yes, I'm sure," I say, "Your text was extremely detailed," 

"Alright," she sighs, "How far away are you?" she asks, 

"Five minutes," I say,

"God that's too long, I'm hungry now, I'm gonna eat a brownie," she decides,

"I have the brownies with me," I say, 

"I mean the ones we have here," she says,

"No!" I scream as my eyes go wide,

"Why not?" she continues to whine, 

"Because those are pot brownies, they're full of weed, you're pregnant," I remind,

"But--- I want one," she says, making puppy dog eyes at me, I turn away from the phone screen knowing if I look at it a little too long I'll give in, 

"No, you can't smoke or ingest marijuana while you're pregnant," I say firmly, 

"But it would help, do you think Tylenol will get rid of the aching pain in my nipples? And don't you dare say anything sexual or I will murder you," she seethes, as she sees the smirk that creeps up on my lips, 

"You have a human growing inside you, Ronnie, you can't ingest weed, end of discussion," I say and she groans falling back onto the bed, 

"Fuck you," she says before hanging up and I shake my head as a small laugh escapes me, by that point I've already arrived home, I pick up the grocery bags and make my way inside, and up the stairs somehow managing to open the door to her room despite my restrictions, 

"I'm back," I smile at her, I take in her current position, she sits with her legs crossed her body bent forward her arms lay neatly folded on the bed, her chin is perched on them and she's making extreme eye contact with the pot brownies, and I can't help the fit of hysterical laughter that escapes me, as she stares at the tray before her with such a serious expression, 

"What are you doing?" I query, as I set the bags down on the bed taking a seat beside her, she sits up and sighs,

"They were taunting me, daring me to eat them all, but I thought about you and our grain of rice and I couldn't do it," she sighs, I bite the corner of my bottom lip shaking my head, 

On the way home from our first ultrasound Veronica downloaded an app that allows her to closely track the pregnancy, I don't understand it much, and frankly, I'm not completely sure it works but she's obsessed with it, and I kind of am too well with one specific feature, it compares the size of the baby to an item of food,