Flushed Away: "Oh, Baby!"

Chapter 8: Hormonal problems

Two nights after moving into their new house, Roddy walked into his and Rita's where he found the room a mess before he realized the closet light was on and a pile of clothes were getting stacked up on top of each other. Walking up to the closet, he was hearing his wife muttering to herself, sounding like she was in a state of panic. "Where is it? Where is it?! I can't sleep without it." She spoke.

"Uh, Rita?" Roddy went in confusion before Rita poked her head out the closet.

"What, Roddy? What is it?"

"What are you doing, getting everything out of the closet around this time of night?"

Rita sighed, walking out of the closet. "I lost my body pillow. I've been looking everywhere for it and I can't find it. Do you know where it is?" She asked, leaving Roddy surprised when he realized what she was asking him.

"Yeah, um, about that?" He asked.

"Oh, no, you didn't leave it at the apartment, did you? You know I can't relax without it because this little bugger's been keeping me up all night since we moved here." Rita said, pointing at her bump.

"No, no, I didn't. It's just that...I accidentally dropped it into the water while I was carrying more of our packed up stuff off the boat. So it's in the washer right now. I just put it in not too long ago." Roddy spoke, nervously.

Rita looked at her husband like she just saw him ate a slug. "What?! And you decided to wash it around this time of night when it's nearly midnight?!" She reacted before sighing deeply in disgust. "That's just great. Typical. My own klutz of a husband drops my pillow into the sewer water and had put it in the washer just now."

"I'm sorry that happened, but it'll get washed overnight and I will put in the dryer in the morning. I'm sure you can make it for one night without the pillow."

Rita scoffed. "Yeah, maybe when your kid stops attacking my insides like it's a mini gymnasium, trying to break my ribs and stepping on my bladder until it'll probably look like a raisin, waking me up multiple times in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom before I can wet the bed. Now I won't be able to sleep tonight because I won't be having my pillow!" She went.

"I'm sure we can figure something out." Roddy spoke, patiently, trying to calm his wife down.

"Oh. Really? How?"

"Well, you can pretend I'm your pillow. You seemed very comfortable whenever you'd snuggle with me before we even got that pillow."

"Yeah, and that was before I got this." Rita said, pointing at her bump once again.

Roddy sighed in frustration, trying his best to keep his patience. "Well, you won't be getting your pillow back until tomorrow. What else is your best option?" He asked.

Rita glared at home before she spoke calmly, but grumpily. "Fine, you can be my pillow tonight, but I'm still angry at you. So I'm not in the mood for kisses or cuddles. Just help me relax and try to calm the baby down so I can sleep, please."

Once Rita turned to go to bed, Roddy sighed stressfully. "Baby, I hope you arrive soon because you're driving Mommy crazy."

Throughout the night, trying to cuddle with Roddy, Rita would wake up throughout the middle of the night, either trying to get comfortable, going to the bathroom, or whenever she had cravings, like when Roddy came downstairs with heavy eyes to find his pregnant wife, chugging down a whole jug of milk in one gulp, which left him surprised, causing Rita to turn to him, giving him a death stare. "What?" She spoke, angrily, before Roddy held his hands up in defense backing away from his wife.

"Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to know where you were. I'll be upstairs in bed, waiting for you. Enjoy your milk." He spoke, before he went back upstairs. Rita rolled her eyes before she continued drinking her milk until she made it to the last drop, throwing the jug away, wiping her face, letting out a burp as she went back upstairs to go back to bed.