"baby, please don't cry"
Candice "Candy Cane" Marshall hasn't seen or talked to any of her friends in a long time. Dallas and Johnny are gone and she's terrified to face the fact that Steve and Sodapop may have met their fates in Vietnam. But when t...
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TW: mention of homosexuality and slight ignorance (but no homophobia!)
"You got that paperwork ready for that deal on Friday?" asked Janelle, as she entered the office.
"Yeah, it's all here," I said, tapping my stack of papers on my desk to organize them.
"They're all signed and everything?"
"Yep, they're ready to go."
I handed her the deal jacket and she took it over to her desk. I had to say, although I liked being able to be off my feet in the office by sitting at a desk, my change in managers was really weird to me. I was so used to Jesse's laidback attitude that going from him to Janelle-- who was very particular about things and slightly uptight-- was a slight pain.
I wasn't sure if it was me or just her work ethic in particular, but Janelle always found some reason to have to search through my work to make sure I was doing everything correctly.
I frowned as I watched her go over every single piece of paper in the deal.
"Looking good, Candice," she said after a minute, much to my relief.
"Thank you," I replied.
I subconsciously rubbed my belly, which was now starting to protrude. I couldn't believe I was fourteen weeks already. It seemed my pregnancy was just flying by. There were only two more weeks left until Soda and I could try and find out the baby's gender.
"I'm heading to lunch now," said Janelle as she slid the deal jacket into her file divider.
"Okay," I nodded. Janelle gathered her purse and car keys and headed out, leaving me alone in the office. I kept working until she got back an hour later and I could leave to go on my own lunch break.
When I arrived home, I found Robin and Greg both asleep on the couch.
"Aw," I cooed. I hurried to the bedroom and grabbed my camera off the dresser before rushing out to take a picture. The click and flash made them stir, but neither of them woke up. I set the camera down on the coffee table then made my way to the kitchen. After gazing through the fridge, I decided none of the leftovers sounded good. I grabbed the loaf of bread from the breadbox and found a jar of peanut butter, a jar of honey, and I cut up half a banana to make a sandwich.
"What the hell are you making?" a sleepy voice asked from behind me. I turned to see my brother making his way over.
"Banana, peanut butter, and honey sandwich," I replied, slapping both sides of my sandwich together. I took a huge bite and hummed in delight. "Wanna bite?"
He gave me a weird look as he took a cup out of the cabinet. "Pregnancy cravings are weird, huh?"
"If you think mine are weird, you should hear Hannah's," I joked.
