13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XXI: One-Armed Lullaby

"Scarlett, no." I look over at her as she opens the can of paint. "No fucking way."

She looks up at me, "Please Chris, it's such a beautiful color, and I know if you give it a chance, you'll love it."

"No. I already said no multiple times. I understand it's one wall, but not that color. Can't you do a dark red or purple or something? I don't fucking want a pink wall in my house. That's not very 'Lord-like' of me. Every wall in this house is black. Why the hell do you want a pink wall?" I look down at her, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

"Pleeeaaassseee, this is for your daughter, your baby girl."

I groan and rub my face with my hands. "One wall." I point at her. "One fucking wall and that's it. When she's older it's going back to black."

"Christopher, this is not a 'one wall' situation, there will be one black wall, and three pink ones. So thank you for your permission." She winks and kisses my cheek.

"Three black, one pink. The wall her crib will be up against is the pink wall and that's it. This is no longer up for discussion. Three black, one pink. Period. Do you understand?"

"Three pink, one black. Do you understand?"

"Scarlett," I warn, growing irritated.

"Christopher, I was impregnated by you with not one, but two of your children. I will have to carry them for the next four and a half months, and then push them out of the same vagina that you love to fuck. Three of these walls are as good as pink, and if you don't like it, that's too bad."

"Hey, it takes two to fuck. And you were bound to carry them at some point anyways. Two pink, two black. Deal?"

"Three pink."

"Two."

"Three."

"If you weren't pregnant so help me I would slam you against that wall and choke the shit out of you. Two pink. Two black." I growl.

"Three, or you're..."

"I'm what?"

"I don't know, I can't sleep without you in bed with me and I need someone to fuck me when I'm horny, so I don't have very many options left."

"Yeah, exactly. Two pink, two black or I'll sleep on the couch and I won't fuck you. Decision is yours."

"You would really leave your pregnant girlfriend, alone, in bed, all night, lonely and craving your touch, your arms around her, and the comfort of you protecting her?"

"I'll sleep next to you, but I won't fuck you. So two pink, two black. That's my final offer. Two pink, two black, or no sex."

"Three pink, one black."

"So help me Satan below. Scarlett, two pink. That's it."

"Please Chris. I'll be a really good girl for Master." She whispers in my ear.

I groan loudly, "fucking hell. Why do you do this?"

"Because I always get my way, and it's fun."

"Three pink, one black. That damned wall better stay black, if it's pink when we're done after the babies are born I will torture the living shit out of you." I glare down at her.

"I promise, your precious wall will remain blacker than your soul."

"Thank you...shithead." I stick my tongue out and walk out of the room.