Just a little thing I wrote up. She requested a
little blurb from bigger stories about couple fights. I
didn't have any of them, but I wrote up a short little
thing about JC and his pregnant wife, Michelle. I hope
you guys enjoy!
“You’re doing it wrong!”
It was the fifth time in twenty minutes that she had cried out the same warning, and he was pretty sure if she did it again, he was going to put her in a corner somewhere until he was finished the task at hand. A corner on the other side of the house. Or better yet, a corner in her parent’s house.
“’Chelle, I’m not doing it wrong. I’m following the directions,” he said, heaving a weary sigh.
“Well why does it look lopsided?” She questioned. “We’re going to be putting a helpless child in it, Josh! What if it falls apart while he’s asleep? What if it falls apart while WE’RE asleep? And we never know!”
She was being unbearable. She was being unbearable, overbearing, and down right annoying. But at the same time, she was seven months pregnant with their first child, she’d not been sleeping very well at night, and she was anxious to finish their baby’s room before he came into the world.
And that was her only saving grace at this moment! “Baby, why don’t you go downstairs and get some lemonade or something?” He asked her. If she continued to distract him, even her pregnancy wouldn’t be able to save her!
“I don’t want lemonade,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to make sure that we’re not going to be putting our son in a death trap instead of a crib.”
He rolled his eyes at her comment. He wasn’t going to even try to hide the fact that he was annoyed with his wife. He was trying to put together a crib. It was bad enough that they had lost the English directions, and he was trying to follow along with the Spanish. Add to the fact that she was putting a ridiculous amount of pressure on him, and he was ready to snap.
“Michelle, I really need you to go get some lemonade okay? Why don’t you go fix me a glass? It’s hot in here.”
“I don’t WANT to, Joshua! I want to stay up here and make sure the crib gets put together correctly!”
“I’m not an idiot, baby. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then WHY is the crib lopsided?” She asked again. “Look at it! I bet it wouldn’t even stand if you put a freaking water balloon in it!”
He shook his head, deciding it probably wasn’t worth it to even comment at the moment. He just needed to get the stupid crib put together, and hopefully no blood would be shed during the process. No guarantees were being made at this point though!
He actually thought he was off the hook when several minutes passed without her commenting on his work. However, once glance in her general direction and he could tell that she was still troubled. The scowl on her face told him that much. So he bit.
“Now what, Michelle?”
“I think one of the legs on the crib is shorter than the other.”
If he thought screaming would do anything to make him feel better, he would have done it. But he knew he would only succeed in upsetting her, so he decided against it. For the time being.
“It just looks that way. It won’t when I’m finished,” he assured her, trying to keep his cool. He didn’t miss the snort, or the way her nose crinkled in disgust.
“And if it is, are you going to take it apart and put it back together again?” she asked him, unwilling to sacrifice her unborn son’s safety. He rolled his eyes and moved the crib so that he could work on the opposite side when out of nowhere, one of the legs dropped off and the crib fell over.
He threw his screwdriver down angrily and let out a frustrated growl before he turned his glare on his wife. “Don’t. Say. Anything,” he warned through clenched teeth.
“I told you that it was lopsided.”
She said it. After he’d told her not to! She said it and he felt his blood boil. “Well you know what? Maybe if you weren’t in here, bugging the hell out of me when I’ve asked you SEVERAL times to leave the room, I would have had it finished by now!” He seethed. “Just GO somewhere and find something to do quietly, while I put this stupid thing BACK together!” He snarled.
When he saw the look on Michelle’s face, he realized his mistake. He watched as her face fell and tears filled her eyes. It was a struggle for her to push herself to her feet, but once she managed to get out of the chair, she stormed (or waddled) out of the room, leaving him feeling pretty much like crap.
He gave her a couple of minutes as a head start before he pushed himself to his feet and headed out of the room. She wasn’t hard to find, as her harsh sobbing gave away her location before he ever saw her. He pushed their bedroom door open and found her curled up on the bed (or, as curled up as possible considering her condition), a pillow pressed against her face as she cried.
He had been afraid at first that she would suffocate herself with all the carrying on she was doing, and stepped forward before stopping. How did he know she wasn’t going to suffocate HIM if he got too close? Oh well. He’d have to take the chance.
After stepping around to her side of the bed, he knelt down and tugged the pillow carefully away from her face. “Baby…”
“Go away!” She cried, attempting to @#%$ the pillow back. When she found it impossible to do, she attempted to turn herself so that her back was to him. It was too much effort for her, so she decided it would be in her best interest to just lay there and cry.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Chelle,” he assured her. “I was frustrated and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“I j-just wanted our b-baby to have a safe p-p-place to sleep… and you YELLED at me!” She sobbed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he repeated, reaching over to rub her back gently. “Please don’t cry baby. You’re going to make yourself sick.”
“L-like you even CARE!” She accused.
“You know I care about you baby. And you know I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She sniffled harshly, but wiped her eyes. She did know. It wasn’t her fault that she was behaving like this though. Her hormones were so out of whack, that she cried at the drop of a hat these days.
“I do know,” she admitted, sniffling once more. “I just want to make sure our baby is safe,” she repeated, rubbing her eyes.
He was thankful that her tears were coming to a halt. He didn’t understand how a woman could go from sobbing one minute, to fine the next. He didn’t pretend to understand either. It would forever remain one of life’s many mysteries.
“Are you ready to come help me work on the crib again?”
“You mean you want me in the room with you after how I behaved earlier?”
“Of course I do baby,” he assured her. “Maybe you could just… tone it down a bit this time?”
She nodded and sniffled once more before pushing herself up. She watched as he stood and held his hands out to help her up. She accepted them and in no time, she was on her feet with her arms around his slender waist.
The two of them headed back down the hallway to the nursery, with Michelle still sniffling here and there and JC praying that he could put the stupid crib together with no trouble this time. In no time at all, he was back to work and she was back in the rocking chair, supervising.
He thought he had caught a break. Until she spoke up.
“Josh?”
“Hm?”
“It’s still lopsided.”
“You’re doing it wrong!”
It was the fifth time in twenty minutes that she had cried out the same warning, and he was pretty sure if she did it again, he was going to put her in a corner somewhere until he was finished the task at hand. A corner on the other side of the house. Or better yet, a corner in her parent’s house.
“’Chelle, I’m not doing it wrong. I’m following the directions,” he said, heaving a weary sigh.
“Well why does it look lopsided?” She questioned. “We’re going to be putting a helpless child in it, Josh! What if it falls apart while he’s asleep? What if it falls apart while WE’RE asleep? And we never know!”
She was being unbearable. She was being unbearable, overbearing, and down right annoying. But at the same time, she was seven months pregnant with their first child, she’d not been sleeping very well at night, and she was anxious to finish their baby’s room before he came into the world.
And that was her only saving grace at this moment! “Baby, why don’t you go downstairs and get some lemonade or something?” He asked her. If she continued to distract him, even her pregnancy wouldn’t be able to save her!
“I don’t want lemonade,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to make sure that we’re not going to be putting our son in a death trap instead of a crib.”
He rolled his eyes at her comment. He wasn’t going to even try to hide the fact that he was annoyed with his wife. He was trying to put together a crib. It was bad enough that they had lost the English directions, and he was trying to follow along with the Spanish. Add to the fact that she was putting a ridiculous amount of pressure on him, and he was ready to snap.
“Michelle, I really need you to go get some lemonade okay? Why don’t you go fix me a glass? It’s hot in here.”
“I don’t WANT to, Joshua! I want to stay up here and make sure the crib gets put together correctly!”
“I’m not an idiot, baby. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then WHY is the crib lopsided?” She asked again. “Look at it! I bet it wouldn’t even stand if you put a freaking water balloon in it!”
He shook his head, deciding it probably wasn’t worth it to even comment at the moment. He just needed to get the stupid crib put together, and hopefully no blood would be shed during the process. No guarantees were being made at this point though!
He actually thought he was off the hook when several minutes passed without her commenting on his work. However, once glance in her general direction and he could tell that she was still troubled. The scowl on her face told him that much. So he bit.
“Now what, Michelle?”
“I think one of the legs on the crib is shorter than the other.”
If he thought screaming would do anything to make him feel better, he would have done it. But he knew he would only succeed in upsetting her, so he decided against it. For the time being.
“It just looks that way. It won’t when I’m finished,” he assured her, trying to keep his cool. He didn’t miss the snort, or the way her nose crinkled in disgust.
“And if it is, are you going to take it apart and put it back together again?” she asked him, unwilling to sacrifice her unborn son’s safety. He rolled his eyes and moved the crib so that he could work on the opposite side when out of nowhere, one of the legs dropped off and the crib fell over.
He threw his screwdriver down angrily and let out a frustrated growl before he turned his glare on his wife. “Don’t. Say. Anything,” he warned through clenched teeth.
“I told you that it was lopsided.”
She said it. After he’d told her not to! She said it and he felt his blood boil. “Well you know what? Maybe if you weren’t in here, bugging the hell out of me when I’ve asked you SEVERAL times to leave the room, I would have had it finished by now!” He seethed. “Just GO somewhere and find something to do quietly, while I put this stupid thing BACK together!” He snarled.
When he saw the look on Michelle’s face, he realized his mistake. He watched as her face fell and tears filled her eyes. It was a struggle for her to push herself to her feet, but once she managed to get out of the chair, she stormed (or waddled) out of the room, leaving him feeling pretty much like crap.
He gave her a couple of minutes as a head start before he pushed himself to his feet and headed out of the room. She wasn’t hard to find, as her harsh sobbing gave away her location before he ever saw her. He pushed their bedroom door open and found her curled up on the bed (or, as curled up as possible considering her condition), a pillow pressed against her face as she cried.
He had been afraid at first that she would suffocate herself with all the carrying on she was doing, and stepped forward before stopping. How did he know she wasn’t going to suffocate HIM if he got too close? Oh well. He’d have to take the chance.
After stepping around to her side of the bed, he knelt down and tugged the pillow carefully away from her face. “Baby…”
“Go away!” She cried, attempting to @#%$ the pillow back. When she found it impossible to do, she attempted to turn herself so that her back was to him. It was too much effort for her, so she decided it would be in her best interest to just lay there and cry.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Chelle,” he assured her. “I was frustrated and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“I j-just wanted our b-baby to have a safe p-p-place to sleep… and you YELLED at me!” She sobbed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he repeated, reaching over to rub her back gently. “Please don’t cry baby. You’re going to make yourself sick.”
“L-like you even CARE!” She accused.
“You know I care about you baby. And you know I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She sniffled harshly, but wiped her eyes. She did know. It wasn’t her fault that she was behaving like this though. Her hormones were so out of whack, that she cried at the drop of a hat these days.
“I do know,” she admitted, sniffling once more. “I just want to make sure our baby is safe,” she repeated, rubbing her eyes.
He was thankful that her tears were coming to a halt. He didn’t understand how a woman could go from sobbing one minute, to fine the next. He didn’t pretend to understand either. It would forever remain one of life’s many mysteries.
“Are you ready to come help me work on the crib again?”
“You mean you want me in the room with you after how I behaved earlier?”
“Of course I do baby,” he assured her. “Maybe you could just… tone it down a bit this time?”
She nodded and sniffled once more before pushing herself up. She watched as he stood and held his hands out to help her up. She accepted them and in no time, she was on her feet with her arms around his slender waist.
The two of them headed back down the hallway to the nursery, with Michelle still sniffling here and there and JC praying that he could put the stupid crib together with no trouble this time. In no time at all, he was back to work and she was back in the rocking chair, supervising.
He thought he had caught a break. Until she spoke up.
“Josh?”
“Hm?”
“It’s still lopsided.”
