Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Cosy

I sat there nibbling away at my third tube of jaffa cakes, sitting against the old blue sofa, my hand often ran down the little buckles I had on my maternity dress. It was a present Vivienne had made for me when I told her I was pregnant. As strange as it would seem we were never at each other's throats. We actually got along fairly well, and she was kind to me in my pregnancy, sort of a 'I remember how hard it can be' situation. I glanced across the little house seeing him there at his desk typing away as he typically did, still in his shoes from where he went out earlier, as well as his leather jeans, his shirt so loose around him it barely even looked like a shirt more like a blanket now. His hair a mad mess where he had been messing with it, a cigarette between his lips every so often letting little puffs of smoke float away, every few lines his hand removing itself from the typewriter to ash his cigarette in the glass ashtray beside the phone. I watched him type for a few seconds before having to set the typewriter back to the start of the next line, taking his cigarette and ashing it on the side of the ashtray, letting his last lung full of smoke out his mouth towards the window beside him as he did the phone began to ring so he swapped his cigarette from his right hand to his left, picking up the phone with his right putting it to his ear

"Hello?" His tone shifted as it often did when he needed to be professional "oh it's you. What do you want?" He asks rolling his eyes continuing his cigarette "I told you, it will be ready when it's ready I have no control over that" he explained "well then call them up and bleat and them not me" he says catching me looking at him so he gave me a little wink and blew me a kissy he finished up the call and put the phone down before turning his attention to me "cosy?"

"Ummmm" I nodded

He smiled, crushing his cigarette on the ashtray as it was almost finished anyway, and he came over sitting on the sofa beside me giving my temple a kiss "how's baby doing?" He asks putting his hand over mine

"Cosy too" I smiled "happy watching her daddy work"

"Hum. You both like watching me work" he chuckled "how many of those have you had?"

".... Three"

"Okay." He sighed "I take it I need to pop to the corner shop and buy some more?"

"Yes please malcolm"

"Fine" he rolled his eyes "I'll go in a bit. Guess he really likes jaffa cakes?"

"Ummmm very much so" I smiled "I think it's a girly"

"Do you?"

"I think it's a little girl" I smiled "but I don't know that's your department"

"Is it?"

"Yes malcolm that's your department, all depends what chromosomes you had in you that then got put in me"

"Oh. I thought it depended on you?"

"Nope you"

"Oh, then I'm definitely betting boy. Just from prior record"

"I think you've had a boy already so this is gonna be a girl"

"You think whatever you want to pet. Tea?"

"Yes please"

"Okay" he nods getting up to go to the kitchen

"Extra milk-" I began

"Extra milk, four sugars. I know. You haven't had tea any other way since you got pregnant" he laughs