Crazy(edited)

Chapter 2

"Now that," Gary said as he paused to take a sip of his beer, "Was a great story." Gary's fiance Denise had just told us a story from her childhood about how she convinced the ice cream truck man that worked in her neighbourhood to give her free sprinkles everytime.

"I'll drink to that," Jeremy added, as he and Gary clinked beer cans.

Tommorow was our wedding anniversary, and we were having some friends over as a partial celebration. Gary's a good friend of Jer's; they met in college, and a good friend of mine as well.

"So," Denise chirped. "You guys haven't said what gender you want the baby to be. Tell us!"

"It really doesn't matter to me, I just want the baby to be healthy," I said.

"Pshhh," Jeremy added as he rolled his eyes playfully. "You sound like a martyr."

"Does that mean you have a specific want?" I retorted inquisitively.

"Well," he started. "We could always have another child later on, but right now I want her to be a girl. Like, I want to learn how to braid hair in those fancy ways I see people do, and then I can braid my daughter's hair for school everyday, and then all the other little girls in her class will say 'Wow your hair is really nice, did your mommy braid it for you?' and then she'll turn to them and say 'Nope my daddy did it for me.' And then the other little girls will be left to burn in their own jealousy because their daddy's can't braid hair like I can."

"Dude," Gary remarked as he picked up Jeremy's empty beer can from the coffee table, shaking it slightly. "How is it that you're drunk after one beer?" 

"Oh shut up," Jeremy said as he jokingly slapped away Gary's hand.

"Well," I said as I considered the idea. Everyone turned to look at me. "I'll try to have my uterus will her into a girl then."

We all started laughing. I actually had to wipe a few tears away.

"Oh my god well look at the time," Gary said as we had calmed down, regarding the nonexistent watch on his wrist. "I believe you guys have something romantic planned, so it looks like we should bolt." 

"Well yeah. It sucks that Jeremy won't be here for tommorow, but we always have tonight," I said as I smiled at my husband. He returned it.

And Gary made a gagging gesture. Of course.

"Oh god Gary," Denise started as she walked past him through the doorway. "If you're gonna act like a child we might as well have spaghetti-o's for dinner."

"I love spaghetti-o's!" Gary whispered to loudly us before he left as well.

"Uh, come again!" I called down the hallway as I closed the front door.

Those two. They were adults, yet they were children, yet they were madly in love. They were just like us.

"So," Jeremy said as he picked me up and sat down on the loveseat we had in our living room, holding me in his lap. "Go get ready now. Not anything fancy though, we're not going to a restaurant."

"Oh thank god," I breathed into his chest. His cotton blend t-shirt smelled of Escape by Calvin Klein. I could just sit here for hours. "I do not want to wear heels tonight."

"Pshhh, lazy," he teased. "Heels aren't that bad."

I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. "How would you know?"

"Okay," he said as he raised his hands in surrender. "I've tried on a pair of your heels before. They're actually not that bad."

"Woah, Jer. And anyway, walking around the apartment is different than spending hours in them," I reasoned.