For My Birthday

The One-Shot

"Come on, Inocencia! There won't be any bacon left if Barty keeps going at the rate he's at!"

I untangled myself from my sheets and leisurely walked downstairs, fully intending to give the teller and earful. My husband should have known he was waking me up on a weekend on a very long week. No, it did not matter that I was awake before and that it was already eleven.

Charlie nervously walked towards me, gave me my morning coffee (as I was a complete monster without the beverage), and pulled out a chair out so I could sit. My five-year-old, Barty, shoveled the bacon into his mouth as if it would disappear any second.

"Charlie..." I murmured, taking another sip of delicious caffeinated coffee. "You know that you do NOT wake up a pregnant woman. Even if today is a special day, being Barty's birthday."

"Sorry, honey. But, now that you're awake, we can start this exciting day. Right?" Worriedly, he looked at me. He was probably thinking that I couldn't function while walking around as a very pregnant woman.

"Yes, I'm up to it," I snapped. A calming breath was taken. "Barty, what do you want to do today?"

He swallowed his mouthful of bacon and spoke. "Well, I wanna visit Grandpa Molly and Grandpa Arthur..."

I nodded and sent Charlie for some paper. "What else?"

"Um, I wanna see the Doctor (as he is nice), try to go through the wardrobe, go to the am- amus- amusement park, play a fancy-chair game, and play zombie tag!"

Charlie came back with paper and pen in hand- and promptly gave them to me. "Okay, sweetie. Anything else?"