I've got you {Laurinah}

2. "Don't curse in front of the baby!"

"Dinah!" Lauren yelled, leaning forward in her chair and resting an arm on the kitchen table. There was no reply. After a few moments, she sighed, before taking a deep breath. "Dinah Jane Jauregui-Hansen, I did not marry you and agree to have this baby to be ignored like this!"

"Jauregui, please calm yourself," Dinah called back from what sounded like the bathroom. "You're only five weeks in and I know for a fact that you can get that fine cuban ass off that chair and get whatever you need on your own."

"You've been in that bathroom for almost an hour," Lauren groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're not going anywhere. What exactly are you doing in there?"

"We don't all wake up with perfect hair, Lauren. Some of us have to work at it."

"Your hair is perfect no matter what you do to it, baby," said Lauren.

There was quiet for a moment before Dinah walked into the kitchen, her hair partially curled and partially still messy. She was smiling a little, leaning against the wall, dressed in jeans and a white crop top.

"Aw, that's sweet, Lo," Dinah said. Lauren smiled back, tilting her head.

"It's true," she added. "Hey, babe, you know what else is true?"

"What?"

"My wife is really horny all the time, even though I'm the one who's supposed to be hormonal," Lauren said sweetly. "Last night, she kept me up until way after midnight."

"It's not as if being pregnant makes you any less hot. It's not like you were complaining about being up so late," Dinah shot back, holding up her hands defensively.

"Well, I'm complaining now. I'm really tired and really hungry, and I really don't want to get up," Lauren said, a hint of a whine in her voice. Dinah sighed and crossed her arms, looking like she was up for a fight.

"Dinah, baby, please? I just want cereal."

"Are you serious right now? All of this was just to get you some damn cereal? Girl, that baby is making you crazy." Dinah shook her head and walked over to the cabinet where they kept the cereal.

Lauren pouted at her, running a hand through her hair. "It's not even technically a baby yet," she muttered.

"What kind of cereal?"

"Cheerios, obviously," Lauren said.

"Nope."

"What do you mean, 'nope'?"

"I mean, we ran out of cheerios and I didn't get more because they're plain and boring as fuck."

Lauren gasped dramatically and covered her belly with her hands. "Dinah! Don't curse in front of the baby!"

"I thought it wasn't 'technically a baby yet'."

"Don't sass me, Dinah Jane. And also, cheerios are not boring. They're...elegant." Lauren nodded.

"I'm sorry, did you just call cheerios 'elegant'?"

"...yes."

"Well, who wants elegant..." she said, throwing the empty cheerios box in the recycling and pulling out a box of fruit loops marshmallows instead. "...when you can have fabulous?"

Lauren scrunched up her nose, placing a hand over her belly almost defensively. "Babe, do you have any idea how much processed sugar is in that stuff?"

"Yeah I do, it's just enough to make it the best cereal ever."

"That stuff is so bad for you! It shouldn't even be legal for kids to eat it, and there's no way I'm going near it while I'm pregnant."