Sue Thomas FBEYE

Red Hot Mama

She stirred against him. "No... drop the chalupa..." She murmured in her sleep. "That's right..." She groaned softly. "Sic him boy... he's one bad bandito."

Bobby almost laughed out loud. Through the course of their marriage, he'd gotten used to the way that Tara dreamed while she slept. Usually when she fell asleep before he did... if he wasn't holding her in his arms, her imagination ran wild. He almost couldn't wait to hear what this dream was about. She'd tell him all about it in the morning, he mused as he set his book aside and reached to turn off the light.

He settled down in the bed, adjusting the pillows behind him so that he could rest comfortably and reached for her.

It was getting harder and harder to pull her close, he realized. The baby she was carrying was making her a dead weight in the bed. He reached to gently caress her stomach. "Good night little one." He murmured before kissing Tara's forehead as she sighed in her sleep.

"Just a pinata boy... it's probably full of treats..." Tara murmured as she instinctively turned into him and her dream faded as she registered the comfort of his arms and she sighed softly before sinking deeper into sleep.

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"So..." Bobby said at breakfast. "That was some dream last night."

Tara blushed. "What did you hear?" She asked.

"Enough to be very curious." He smiled at her as he put orange marmalade on his toast.

She sighed.

"Who was a bad bandito?"

Tara giggled. "Myles. I was just having a nice time with my cute little Chihuahua. You know ... the one from the Taco Bell commercials. He is just so full of good ideas." She said. "Yo Quiero Taco Bell." She imitated, making Bobby laugh. "And Myles, the bandito ... stole my chalupa." She frowned. "You have to get on him about that today... Stealing chalupas from pregnant women." She muttered.

Bobby laughed again. "Tara luv... he was in your dream. And while we're on that topic... why are you dreaming about Myles of all people?"

"Doesn't mean he won't try to steal my chalupa outside of my dream." Tara grumbled, ignoring his comment about dreaming about Myles. "He's always stealing food, don't you notice? He helped himself to your mini caramel bundt cake that one time..." She pointed out.

"Good point luv. Now... what was the pinata?"

"We were at a party... having a good time and Peppy... you know, the Chihuahua wanted to bite Myles in the leg but then he was distracted by the pinata... it was a bull pinata and the sweet little darling thought he could take it down." Tara explained as she started to spread things on her toast.

Bobby nodded. "I bet he could have..." He commented, eating his toast. "Say luv... since when did you start liking vegemite?" He asked, noticing that she was spreading it on her toast and then topped it with raspberry jam. He eyed her cautiously.

Tara shrugged. "You darn Aussie you... giving me a baby with your genes. It seems as though our child likes it." She complained. "I'm hardly responsible for what I'm eating now days."

"So that's all it was? He was trying to steal your chalupa?" Bobby asked.

Tara nodded. "That was pretty much it... something about dancing the mambo with you but then you turned into a giant chalupa and the Chihuahua showed up." She said, frowning.

Bobby hooted with laughter. "Tara luv..." He said, shaking his head. "That is the sort of dream you get when you have chocolate peanut butter ice cream with red hot chili peppers on it." He said.