31Guess what? I'm moving to South Dakota. Yep. That's going to be a journey/adventure. All the way from Kentucky...at least I'll be seeing new sights and such, yeah?
Plus, I'll be living in a city instead of in the middle of nowhere, LOL!
To celebrate, some Spamano. Oh, where would I be without it?
✾ The Delicious Tomato Lullaby ✾
✾ Ho Shit! ✾
Romano hadn't thought anymore on the subject of Spain's pregnancy. Sure, there were the occasional bouts of morning sickness, but other than that, life continued on as it normally would have; pregnant Spain or un-pregnant Spain.
That was, until, Romano was painfully reminded of another lovely side-effect of pregnancy.
"Ugh!" Spain groaned, throwing her head back and sighing loudly. "There's nothing to do today! It's raining, the house is clean, leftovers are in the fridge...why isn't there something for me to do?"
"What do you mean? Do a puzzle or something. That's what I do when I'm bored." Romano muttered, not bothering to look up from the newspaper. Big mistake.
Spain whirled around to face him and shot him the evil eye. The look sent a shiver down Romano's spine; she had never looked at him like that before, and he was glad. This was true terror.
"Oh? Really?" she asked, her voice as cold as the North Pole. "Because I seem to recall a certain someone fucking me when they got bored. In fact, I wouldn't be so bitchy and fat and sick all the time if it wasn't for you!" then, she folded her arms over her chest and turned her head from him.
Romano's mouth fell open in absolute shock. Spain had never sworn in front of him (well, at least not when she was sober). And it wasn't what she had said that had bothered him; it was the way she had said it. So cold, so seriously, so...un-Spain-ily.
"Um...sorry." it was a lame response, he knew that, but...what else could someone possibly say to that? It was true; it was his fault she was pregnant, but he hadn't fucked her just because he had been bored. He had done it because she was the sexiest, hottest, most irresistible woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"Excuse me?"
"I...I said I'm sorry. You're right, it is my fault." normally, he wouldn't have apologized over something silly like this, but...she had sounded so scary when she had said it. "I didn't mean to get you pregnant, I just...wanted to prove my love to you."
Suddenly, and rather alarmingly, Spain's emerald eyes welled up with tears, and her bottom lip began to tremble. With a small sob, she threw her arms around him and cried heavily into his shoulder, all the while apologizing profusely.
"Oh, Romanito! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to snap at you! I didn't mean any of what I said, really I didn't! I was just upset and...oh, please forgive me!"
"I, er, didn't know you needed to apologize." Romano stuttered, trying desperately to free himself from her grasp. "I thought what you said was fair." Jesus, he wasn't used to talking so mushily like this. He was better at yelling or cursing, not comforting. Especially not comforting a hormonal, crying, pregnant woman who was squeezing him to death.
"Romano, you are the s-sweetest thing ever! I love you so much!" Spain cried, planting sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss on his cheeks, lips, and forehead. "If only all men were like you!"
"Er, right. Well, why don't we...get you settled here." Romano pried her off of himself and set her down next to him, smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt afterwards. "And then I'll go make you some tea. How does that sound?"
"Very nice, thank you." she sighed, wiping her eyes. "God damn it...lo siento, Romano. I don't know why I'm acting this way."
"Uh, I think it's just hormones or some shit. Isn't that what usually happens to pregnant women? They get all these crazy, out-of-control mood swings?"
"What are you saying, Romano?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and cocking an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm crazy? Out-of-control, even?" ho shit.
"N-no! I was talking about—"
"Guess who's sleeping on the couch tonight?"
"What?! But you can't just—"
"Keep it up, Romano. Let's just see how far you can push me before you're sleeping in a motel." Romano sighed and gave up, leaving the room to make the tea. Not even five minutes later, just as he was putting the kettle on to boil, a loud sob echoed from the sitting room to the kitchen.
"Romano! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I love you! You don't have to sleep on the couch!" Romano sighed again and clenched his teeth.
This was going to be a very long nine months.
Ah, hormones. My sister is pregnant and she's currently having mood swings, which aren't fun for anyone, let me assure you.
This was sort of based off of one of her swings, when I asked her to pass me the television remote and she went off on this long rant about how "everyone always asks me to do things! Why can't anyone just leave me be?! Why do I always have to be the doormat?!"
And then, five seconds later, she was crying and telling me she was sorry and that she didn't mean it. Uh-huh. Sure sis, you keep telling yourself that, you doormat.
I never did get the television remote.
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Hasta la Pasta,
SausageMahoney98