We're married?!

Babies and buses

Chapter 4

I couldn't sleep. The whole night I spent tossing and turning. I'm not used to sharing a bed or my blankets. I tugged irritably at them. Duncan grunted and yanked them back.

With an angry growl, I climbed out of the bed and sat on the floor, tracing the carpet patterns with my finger until Duncan woke up.

"Morning," he yawned, looking over the side of my bed at me. I regarded him frostily. "Morning."

He flopped on the bed and ruffled my hair. I smacked his hand away. I don't want him touching me when I'm angry with him. He seemed to ignore that fact as he kept ruffling my hair and poking my cheeks.

"James, you look angry," he said finally. Geez, talk about stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes and looked up at his face. He pecked my nose. I stared.

"Great, now we don't have to worry about the kiss for the rest of the day," he grinned. "What do you wanna do today?" He looked at me.

I was still a bit shocked at what he just did. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and shrugged. He leant over the bed.

I stared uncomfortably at him. He seemed completely at ease with this whole marriage thing now.

"Man, this fake marriage is freaking me out. I really miss my parents," he said, turning to look at me. I didn't reply. My head was trying to get itself in order while my heart was demanding I return the kiss. Ignoring both.

"Don't you miss your parents?" he asked me. My parents were never home anyway, why should I miss them?

"I like you," my mouth gabbled. Duncan raised his eyebrow. I coughed and quickly added, "When you don't speak. Now clam up." He bit back a grin.

I glared at the ground in frustration.

"James," he sang. I growled and turned.

"What the heck?!" I snapped in surprise. He was trying to look appealing but it wasn't working. Nope, not working in the slightest. He started laughing.

"Just messing with you," he said, quickly fixing himself up. Sheesh, guy's a loon.

"Hey, wanna go bowling tonight?" I asked. Haven't been bowling in a while. He shrugged.

"Sure."

None of us looked like we were actually going to make an effort to get dressed. We remained where we were, just thinking.

The doorbell rang. I groaned aloud and turned to Duncan, "Get it." He looked at me. "No way, it's your house." I grumbled and stood up.

Now I had to walk all the way downstairs.

Just great, that psycho blonde was at the door. I almost slammed the door closed again when I saw him. He jammed his foot in the doorway and stepped inside.

"Where's your wife?" he asked me. I snorted and replied, "Being lazy." I got smacked at the back of my head for that comment. C'mon, how I supposed to know Duncan was behind me?

"Hi Michelangelo," he said.

"I brought you a present," said the therapist.

Duncan and I both looked at the rings. Not too thrilled about this present. Michelangelo went outside and came back with a stroller. I stared uneasily.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A pram."

"What's it for?" asked Duncan.

"A baby."

"Whose baby?" we asked simultaneously. Michelangelo grinned at us. He pulled back the cover to reveal a very happy, very real, chubby baby. I gawped.