Jack
"Also, don't forget that we need toilet paper."
"I don't know how to buy toilet paper" I say through the bluetooth in the car.
"Well, then have fun wiping with a left over sandpaper"
"Ooh, Elsa, don't even joke about that" I say getting shivers. She laughs and I smile. It just instantly makes me happier.
"So you'll be home later tonight?" She asks.
"For the huge dinner at Punzies? Wouldn't miss it"
"Course you wouldn't, it's free food" I chuckle, that is true. "Woah"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's the baby. I think it knows I'm talking to you"
"Put the phone on your stomach"
"What? Jack that's weird"
"Can you just do it?" She sighs and I hear moving noises in the background, once it stops, I start speaking.
"Hey there baby, hi. I-I'm your dad, or I'm going to be. Don't cause your mother any trouble okay? I'm already hard enough to deal with" from the background I hear Elsa laugh. "I love you buddy." The phone moves again and o hear Elsa again.
"Jack, it's kicking so much"
"What did you expect? I make everyone happy."
"Yeah, I'm your dreams" she jokes. "Hey, listen, I got to go."
"Still working on that book of yours?" I ask.
"What else would I be doing. love you" she says.
"I love you" I say and we both hang up. My vision begins to blur and I attempt to shake it off. "Not here" I mumble to myself. I was in the middle of the freeway, and there were cars all around me. It kept getting worse and I felt dizzy. I got off on the nearest exit which led me to a gas station. My steering became uneasy, this by far, is the worst episode I've ever had.
I hit something, I think. The airbag fly out, but missed me, I flew through the front window, hitting the hood of the car.
Elsa
"Alright, Elsa, come on" I say to myself. "Just write anything, anything at all" I type in the word anything at stare at it for a while. "Well that didn't help" the phone rings again and I pick it up.
"Elsa"
"Hey, about tonight. Are we scheduled for 6 or 8?" Anna asks through the line.
"6" I say. "Oh, I actually have a question" I say. "Are you making desert or am I making the desert?"
"I think I was supouse do but you mind taking it over."
"Sure, why?"
"Cause I suck at cooking."
"Anna, you do not suck at cooking" I say.
"Remember the time I almost burnt down the kitchen?"
"You were 9" I say.
"It was still me"
"Whatever, I'll work on the salad and the desert I guess."
"Thanks sis" she says and hangs up. I shake my head and smile. I walk over to the kitchen putting on an apron. Weird, I don't feel kicking anymore. I usually feel a ton of kicking after the baby heard Jacks voice. It's probably just my imagination.
