"Mom," I glared at both of them.
My mom walked further into the kitchen, she dropped the groceries she carried before she said anything else. "What is she doing here?" My mom asked referring to Gwen.
"I came to check up on my daughter in-law and her baby." Gwen replied, even though the question was obviously not directed at her.
"So now you care, forgive me if I thought you would only care if they bought a French dog."
Go mom.
"I see you and your daughter have the same sense of humor."
I watched the show dipping my banana in yoghurt, I think I just created a new craving.
"Of course, I raised her right. I'm sure your husband did the same for Butch because it would be strange that a woman like you could raise a fine man like him."
Watching this two bicker was like watching Alice Cooper and Penelope Blossom argue; very entertaining and a lot of stoic faced insults.
"Pfft, I don't want to bring up your parental skills right now because your daughter is sitting right here." Gwen smiled, her glorified version of a smirk.
My snack had changed from a banana to chips, and damn, it was as spicy as this face off.
"Finally, she portrays real class instead of a suffering house wife kind of class." My mom spat at her.
I couldn't help but snicker, I didn't like the way they were dissing each other but when I was thought manners I learnt to never interrupt my elders. I have learnt to f*ck with manners not f*ck manners.
"I hope you are leaving soon, I would like to spend some time with my daughter in-law." Gwen crossed her arms.
My mom who had started unpacking the groceries stopped what she was doing, "yea, I'm leaving in about," she paused to check her watch, "a weeks time, why, you might be thinking, because I want to take care of Darling daughter and help around with some chores."
"Well I'm gonna stay too, to prove my good motherism."
I would be proud Gwen just made up a word, but what she declared was...something that has to do with catastrophic.
"Whoa whoa whoa," f*ck manners, "you two can't stay here."
"Mmhmmm, tell- wait, what do you mean by you two?" My mom asked just comprehending what I just stated.
I got up from the stool that already had butt creases because of how comfortable I was getting.
"Its gonna be a living nightmare for me, the baby, you guys, butch. You're going to stress me out and that's not good in my current situation."
Gwen huffed, glared at my mom a bit before speaking, "then you have to choose."
"What! I can't choose."
"Why?" My mom took a step forward.
She was trying to use the mother card on me. Obviously she was my pick, but I am never going to admit that. Gwen and I just started getting along 15 minutes ago and I've known her for a long time, still, declaring something like that would hurt her.
"I share the house with Butch and Butch has to make the decision with me." I told them.
My mom waved off the excuse, "he isn't the one pregnant."
"But you wouldn't want me to be a bad wife." I mustered up the most innocent face that I could.
"Yeah, you won't want to cause a rift in their marriage would you, Dollie?" Low blow Gwen. I was pulling the same card but I have the right to, it's my marriage.
My mom stared into my soul for a little while before she yelled at Gwen, I let out a deep breath when her eyes were off me, "why the hell do you call me that?"
"I don't know, maybe because you look like a Barbie doll."
"Awwwnnn, than-"
"Fake." Gwen scoffed, while I fought the urge to shout 'ooh burn'
"Why you classless piece of-"
"Whoa, hold on. Firstly, Butterbabe, clash of titans was going on and you didn't inform me."
I stared into his deep green eyes as he made his way into the kitchen slowly, feeling all cool, high and mighty. He is though, in every part of his body...don't groan, you know am like that.
"Hey babe." He pecked my lips, even though I didn't like short kisses. Well, it would have been weird if we were making out in front of our moms.
"So what's going on here?"
Both moms began to look like guilty children, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, they both want to stay here with us." I stared at butch as I explained, which was the best decision because the expression his face morphed into made me burst out laughing.
When I got my composure I continued, "I said no so now they want me to pick who gets to stay."
My hand left Butch's waist and his left my shoulder so he could easily move about.
"Mom I thought you didn't like BC?"
She opened her mouth to speak but butch stopped her, "ah ah, don't speak." My mom snickered earning a glare from Gwen. "Secondly, I would pick my mom." Butch stood behind her then pecked her cheek.. "And BC would pick hers, thereby causing a disagreement between both of us, do you two really want to be the reason why a man won't speak to his pregnant wife?"
"No," they both replied sheepishly.
"Good, so we're done here. Now if you don't mind I would like to greet my wife properly."
Wow, Butch really handled the situation like a pro. The fact that they both walked out shuffling their feet while bickering quietly was amazing. He is official my Knight in shining armor.
"Phew, you saved me, my handsome Superman." I wrapped my arms around his neck while his went to my waist. As he began leaning in I kicked him in the shin.
"F*ck."
I held his hands on my waist so he couldn't hold his leg, "Clash of Titans, really?"
"What the hell, it was you who named them that." He complained.
"Yea, I remember, behind their backs."
He tried frowning at me but as he stared into my eyes I began to grin and his facade began to break. Before I knew it he was laughing, "God I love you."
I left his hands so I could wrap them around his neck, "I believe you said something about greeting me properly."
"Well you kicked me in the shin," he paused letting his words sink in so he could raise panic in my pretty little head, "but I just can't resist you."
"Well, that's a good thing. Because," I stressed it feeling a little bubbly instead of going into flirty mode, "I feel the same way."
"Should I kick you too, so we would feel exactly the same way."
I laughed whole heartily, "just shut up and kiss me."
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Baby Bump (butchercup)
Fanfiction(formerly hot mess) He took off his shirt as beaded sweat trickled down his pecks and biceps. His chest heaved at his effort; bc could feel it wondering how he was still going. She held on tight to the table and he did the same, she could feel his...
