Sweet Texan Blood

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The moon was shining out of the windows, but Sheldon was still up, even if it was way past bedtime. Marie sure helped him staying awake, but so did all the bad dreams that haunted him the moment he closed his eyes.

He went downstairs, where he found Leonard sitting on the kitchen table, with a glass of water in his hand.

«Trouble sleeping?» Leonard greeted him as soon as he entered the room.

«You bet»

«Does it have something to do with what I told you?»

«You can bet your sweet ass it does» replied Sheldon, with a Texan accent.

Leonard laughed: «What is happening to you?»

«I'm sorry, it must be the poor sleep I've been getting after Marie's birth» answered Sheldon, this time switching back to his perfect pronunciation.

«Can I do something?» asked Leonard, lowering his gaze to the glass and nervously playing with it.

«You could stop harassing that glass, for starters» Sheldon scolded him.

«I'm sorry» Leonard immediately let go of the glass.

«That's better. Now, first thing first, I want to properly apologize for my behavior earlier today»

«Oh, you don't have to. I'm used to strange reactions by now, you should have seen Penny's» Leonard gave a nervous laugh, then sighed, shaking his head.

«I meant it though, you know?» Said Sheldon.

«What?»

«The "we're all gonna die" thing. My meemaw always said to me: "We're all dying honey, from the second we were born: it's just a slip and slide into the darkness"» Sheldon recited, perfectly imitating her grandma accent.

«I have to say: I love your hometown accent» Leonard commented giggling.

«Cool your jets boy! You ain't wanna mess with a Texan man»

Now they were both silently laughing, trying really hard not to wake everybody. Then, suddenly, Sheldon fell silent and his face returned serious. 

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