Vic;
"Ew. I puked in the floor." I groaned to Mike.
"I'm not cleaning it up." He said before he turned his phone off and sat it on the nightstand.
"But Mikey!" I whined.
"Nu uh. That's gross. You clean it up. It's yours."
"You're being a meanie." I whined. He looked at me and rolled his eyes before he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his lap.
"You're gross."
"How?" I asked. He nuzzled my hair.
"Puking in the floor and making me clean it up."
I giggled. "But I don't feel like cleaning it up. I want you to."
"But I don't wanna." He whined. "It's gross."
"So? I'd clean it up for you."
He chuckled. "No you wouldn't."
I glared at him. "Bitch, go clean it up."
"I'm not your bitch."
"Go." I whined.
"Nu uh." He said, shaking his head. I flipped him off.
"Go. Now."
"Why do I have to do everything here?" He groaned.
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~ 2 Weeks Later~
Tony;
"What's wrong?" Jaime asked and wrapped his arm around me. I snuggled into his chest.
"I don't know. I just feel sick. And I threw up."
"Aw. My sick little Tony." He said as he gently squeezed me. He kissed the top of my head and I sighed.
"But this makes the third morning I've threw up." I whined.
"What if you're pregnant?" He asked. My eyes popped wide open.
"What?"
"Yeah. You could be pregnant. Like Vic."
"Nu uh." I said in disbelief. "No. I'm not pregnant."
"You could be though." He said softly.
"But... how?" I asked. He chuckled.
"I don't know... Sex?"
"Oh my god! I'm pregnant." I whispered.
"Well, you don't know for sure."
"I must take a pregnancy test."
"Mhm." He hummed and rubbed his eyes. I giggled.
"Oh my gosh! A cute little baby!" I cheered. "Jaime, I want a baby now."
"You don't even know if you're pregnant yet."
"We should have a little girl. Or maybe a boy. Either is okay. Which do you want?" I asked. "Oh gosh! I'm excited now. Woo!"
"I don't know." He said with a shrug. "But if I were you I wouldn't get my hopes up. You might not even be pregnant."
I smiled. "We'll see."
