I wish people who had trouble communicating....~*~*~*~*~* z-whee~*~*~*~*~*
ok i guess...actually now thinking about it...it sucks crying
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...would just shut up.
It happened when Bella came home one day with an exhausted look on her face. You couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad, it was on of those expressions that were like “I won the lottery, but my house just burned down” kind of expression. Norayr, her husband, was sitting watching family guy and watching Peter and Lois do some sort of voodoo dance involving a stethoscope and a garden tool. “Nor sweaty…” She began in a happy voice oozing with anxiety. “We have to talk”. It was when Bella said “We have to talk” when he swung his head around snapping his eyes off the voodoo dance and simultaneously pulling a neck muscle. “Ow” he said under his breath. Whenever your wife says “We have to talk” its usually bad news, those four words sully bring bad luck to a mans marriage. “Nor you do love me right?” “Of course more than anything in the world” he said. “…and you would be willing to sacrifice some things for me. For us.” Bella said with caution. “Of course” he said. “I’m pregnant” said Bella and closed her eyes as if he was about to punch her. Norayr fainted; all that could be heard was Stewie Griffin having a sexsi party.
It had been 4 months since Norayr fainted on his couch when Bella broke the news. He had been taking the news well ‘till Bella broke the news that he was going to have to make a baby room in their apartment. This meant that he was going to have to get rid of his pool table that he loved so dearly and replace it with ugly baby colors, that he personally didn’t like one bit. Bella came home on a rainy dreary night from her last day at work before maternity leave. Bella was just starting to get “rounder” due to the baby and she looked great. Norayr was making Bella a fruit salad with hour d’overs. Bella came home drenched. She was somehow “wetter than water” which is what some people would describe her at this point. “Hey babe.” said Norayr. “I’m making you some dinner and oh my god you have the creepiest smile on your face” he said in a startled voice. “Guess what Nor” she said in a happy yet creepy psycho voice that you would use to say “I like shiny things *twitch*” voice. “uh….what” said Norayr wondering if she was a psycho. “It’s a girl” She said hugging him. “I’m a what?!” said Norayr. “The baby honey, the babies a girl!”. “What baby? Oh, that baby.” said Norayr knowing that he just made a grave mistake? “What baby?” screamed Bella mocking Norayr’s voice. “How…how…could you forget?!” This was a start of a fight that lasted what felt like centuries.
It was Late winter. Bella was overdue for her baby and was doing nothing but watch T.V. Norayr had finished the baby room and all was well. Norayr was on the balcony watching the cars below. A lone crow was flying in the sky searching for it prey. “Uh…Nor could you come here” Norayr got up from his happy spot and prepared himself for what task Bella was going to ask next. He went into the living room and his wife was trying to stand up. “Do you need me to help you go to the bathroom, Bella?” asked Norayr in a kind voice. “I had my first contraption” “Oh then I guess we should take you to the hospitable then.” said Norayr. “I had my first contraption yesterday night.” continued Bella. “Oh my God we really need to get you to the hospitable!” exclaimed Norayr. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?” asked Norayr in the car a few minutes later. “You were with your best friend Sora and I had no way of contacting you since you took the only phone.” said Bella. “I’m sorry. That was my fault. Do you forgive me?” “Yes I do.” said Bella. “I love you Bella.” said Norayr. “I love you to Norayr” said Bella with pain in her face from the close contraptions.
Later that night Bella gave birth to a beautiful girl. Norayr and Bella named the girl Juliet after one of Shakespeare’s finest character. All was well.
