[Text] Hey there, Brit!
Hahah, I love you. And no, I don’t and if you are pregnant, I’m not that worried? I mean, if it’s there, it’s there. Although, to be honest though, love, I’d rather you not be pregnant yet. Yet! We waited a bit to have Greg anyway, why not wait to have another one, yeah? And I was only kidding about you being pregnant. And to be honest, you did have you period a month ago. I know because you did cry while we were watching Anchorman and you said that there was a war in your vagina. So I kinda got the idea from there.
I miss you too, love. I’m doing great! I finally get to spend a night with you and our son after a week of being on call. I get to spoil you again. You get to spoil me, haha!
I am glad you tossed in that ‘yet’, or else I may have smacked you upside the head with a frozen steak or something. I don’t think my uterus has gotten over the fact it had something growing in it last year. I remember that, thanks for bringing it back up, wanker. I couldn’t help myself, alright? That scene when Jack Black kicks Baxter off the bridge, I just got all ridiculous. Don’t judge me, you married me!
I bet you are loving that last bit, yeah? Spoiling you? Seriously, Greg has missed you, he gets this look on his face whenever you aren’t around and then he drops a load in his diapers.
Are you sure? Cause I swear I walked into you and Greg in the middle of a show one night and it was.. eh, maybe you’re right. Could be confusing it to spongebob or Dora, not really sure.
How are you tonight though, love? I felt like I haven’t seen you in ages.
Oh, what? That…I was not crying over that. Maybe I was crying because he was crying or something. Unless I was crying because I got overly emotional over the fact that I was stuck watching kid shows and I realized I’d be spending the rest of my life watching kid shows until I am about fifty or so and we can finally kick our children out of the house and rejoice. I bet that was it. Although, I cannot remember the last time I made you go buy me some tampons. Shit. Jimmy, if you got me pregnant, do you understand what that means?
I am good, miss you though. And it has, hasn’t it? But how about you, hm? How are you sweetheart?
Oh! Hahahah!! Oops! My bad! And uhm, I wouldn’t know! Actually I would.. hmm, when was the last time, you cried while watching Barney with Greg?
I do not cry over Barney, thank you oh so much! I hate you, just so you know that. I’d sleep with one eye open tonight.
I’m sorry for not being here as much and giving you lady times lately, sweetheart. How can I make it up to you? Want me to cook?!
No, no, when did I last bleed from my vagina? If I am knocked up again, I am going to bloody kill you.
It’s midnight and you’re raiding the fridge. Last time that happened, we didn’t know you were pregnant with Greg.
Bollocks. When was the last time I had my lady times?
Hmm, is Greg going to have a baby brother or sister, Belle?
Wait, what!? Who’s talking about other babies!?