The Bad Boy's Little Pumpkin

The Aftermath

"So here's what's going to happen, I want to make this up to you," Kevin said, scooping more home fries into my plate.

He was in that I-want-to-talk mode during breakfast the next morning. I'm pregnant. Just let me pig out on my home fries and corn beef hash in peace.

"You really don't have to, Kevin," I said, stabbing a home fry with my fork.

"Yes, I do. I embarrassed you in front of our whole family and I made you sit out there in the heat for hours."

I swallowed my home fry. "That's correct. That happened."

"So here's the big picture. I have to show you something, but it's in the basement."

"I'm eating."

"There's a bunch of steam coming off your plate. Cover it with a napkin and come downstairs."

I dropped my fork and we walked onto the concrete floors of the nice, cool basement. Kevin pulled the string on the light above us and the whole place lit up. Christmas decorations were in the corner. Work out equipment was in the middle of the room, covered in dust.

"There's nothing down here," I said.

"Not yet. But just imagine this as your own personal apartment."

"I'm not in a very imaginative kind of mood. I'm kinda pregnant and starving."

"Okay fine, I'll get to the point," he said. "Now that you're going to be a parent, you should have your own space. Instead of making my studio the nursery and having to move everything down here, I want to build you your own apartment."

I laughed so hard that I needed to use the wall for support. "Kevin, you can't build for shit! When Apple got pissed and ripped her door off the hinges, you put it back in upside down."

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. "You didn't let me finish. I'm going to have Carter with me."

I laughed even harder. "Kevin, you make a hundred grand a year off your internet fans. Just hire someone who knows what they're doing."

"Let's compromise. I'll hire a contractor to do the sheetrock and the floor, but for content purposes you need to let me and Carter do the painting."

"Works for me," I said, going back up the stairs.

"Wait, aren't you excited?"

"I'll believe you're actually fixing the basement when I see it. You've been saying you'll finish it for years and you never even started."

He didn't answer. I sat down at the table, enjoying my breakfast that was now luke-warm. He could've easily told me he was making a pretend apartment down there while I was eating. That was all I really cared about. Never get in the way of a pregnant girl and her breakfast.