"PILLOW FIGHT!" or "I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it" for Wally and Iris. Thanks!
“Hey,” Wally said. “How’s bedrest?”
Iris shifted herself, holding onto the beach-ball of her belly with one hand. “The most demonic torture ever devised by man, and just as soon as I can get up, I’ll kill my obstetrician.”
“See those mood swings are still swingin’ too,” he observed.
you really want that lecture right now? About how women’s perfectly
reasonable emotions and reactions are attributed to hormones,
particularly when they’re pregnant? Is that how you want to spend the
next hour and a half?”
He cleared his throat. “No, no ma’am, I certainly do not, no.“
From the other room, Barry yelled out, “I have to go, bye honey, I love you!”
looked over at the door. “You guys okay?” Usually, goodbyes between his
sister and her husband were long, drawn-out affairs with a bunch of
smooching. It had gotten worse since she’d gotten pregnant, because
Barry had to say goodbye to the babies, too.
“Oh, no, we’re
fine. He just knows I’ll murder his face if I see it right now. What
kind of an idiot wants me to be eight months pregnant with twins in
He opted not to mention that it probably hadn’t been
completely Barry’s idea, back in January. “Okay, anyway, I brought you
some stuff to keep you company.” He reached in his bag and brought out a
stack of DVDs, an armload of books, and a huge covered dish. “Parks and
Rec, seasons two through six with commentary, every Beverly Jenkins
paperback I could find in the used-book store, and enough brownies to
kill an elephant.”
“Wally!” Tears shone in her eyes as she took the dish of brownies. “You’re my favorite brother.”
“I’m your only brother,” he said. “Books or show first?”
“Show, and you have to stay and watch at least the first disc with me. My laptop’s in the other room because somebody was making a point about me not doing any work, and he forgot that it has the fun Internet, too. And bring the bed tray.”
he finished setting everything up, Wally glanced over at his sister.
She had the plate of brownies balanced on her stomach, with her mouth
full and another in her hand, ready to go.
He grinned and
slid his hand into his pocket for his phone. This was going to be a
picture that he’d show on the babies’ wedding days.
She swallowed her mouthful and said over the insanely peppy theme music, “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”
“Roger that,” he muttered, and put his phone away.