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I keep drinking my drink and enjoying being out with you. "Did you mean whatbyou said?" I ask. "About putting a baby in you?" I say.
 
"I don't know," I say. "I want to do that." I blush a little. "When we get married, I want to keep you pregnant a while," I let a small laugh.
 
I laugh and blush a little myself. "Well, we most certainly can do that," I tell you. I find your hand and hold it interlinking my fingers in it. "You're the best, honey." I kiss you.
 
The next day, you come in to work to find me and Riley in a dispute over her schedule. She somehow avoids making any comment to you as she stomps out and I just sit in the office exasperated, unable to sort things out in my head or do my job.
 
I let you relax for a few minutes, and clock in and begin working. It was obvious that Riley hated me even more now, thanks to the fact that there was an engagement ring on my finger from you. I ignored her and she ignored me, though, and half way through my shift, I took a break and duck into your office, knocking. "Hey baby, are you doing good?"
 
"Well, Scott has clogged the grates, Don has screwed up the books, my pregnant ex girlfriend is having a fit because she needs more hours so that she can feed my child, and I notice you can't stop talking about that damn ring and get caught up on silverware and turning tables." I snap. "Sorry, but I'm stressed. And freaked out."
 
I bristle, then calm down. "It's okay, baby. I understand," I say softly. I walk over to you. "Customers were asking about my ring, that is all," I explain. "Maybe I showed off a little too much, but everyone's happy for you, they think you've been a bachelor too long, and they're thankful it's not Riley." I rub your shoulders soothingly and kiss your cheek. "Riley hates me even more, yes, but that's her issue, and she'll eventually outgrow it, Scott's dumb, and Don's been stressed, Stacy's been puking every morning. . ."
 
I look at you. "Stacy has been??? Whoa." I shake out of my brief fog. "Well, please keep the ring stuff down a bit. It is sort of in Riley's face and she is already enough of a handful. And we need silverware. And Jesus," I say with emphasis. "Scott seriously is fucking dumb, isn't he?" I shake my head.
 
"I will, I'm sorry," I say, kissing your cheek again. "I'll keep it down to a minimum. And yeah, she's been texting me about it too. Poor girl's got it bad, Don's worried sick about her. And yes, Scott is really really dumb." I squeeze your shoulders. "Also, yes, I sent silverware back to the dishwashers, nothing's come out in the past fifteen minutes, and I'm NOT serving filthy silverware."
 
"Ok, I'll go check on it. I'm sure Scott is working on the grates and not doing silverware." I pat your butt. "Love you in our outfits," I say, kissing your temple. "I need you out at the stand. Tell Riley she can go home."
 
"Alright," I tell you, kissing your cheek again.

I walk out and over to the hostess stand, where Riley was. "Hey, Riley, Reece asked me to tell you to take the rest of the night off," I say softly, sympathetically even.
 
She shakes her head and sighs in disgust. "Fuck off," is all she says as she heads to the kitchen to clock out.
 
I look at her retreating back and shake my head, mildly amused. I get back to work and finish out my shift and wait for you to finish closing.
 
The night ends uneventfully, and I lock up to go home. We walk to the bank drop and then back to my place. "I'm thinking about a theme night for next Saturday," I say. "We need to bring more people in." I ask you for any suggestions you have as I open the door and let you in first.
 
"Honestly babe?" I tell you. "I have no clue. . . I could try advertising on campus, and seeing if that will help, all the old posters are gone. . ." I go in and set my stuff down, stripping out of my work shirt. "This darn thing's been digging into my damn side all night," I growl, rubbing my side. "Although it's been doing a lot better."

I look at you and smile, kissing you. "We'll figure something out."
 
"How is your side? Did I damage you for good?" I ask as I slide my hands around to your lower back, and then low, just abobe your ass.
 
I giggle. "Not for good," I assure you. "You probably just bruised the muscle underneath, and that takes a bit of time to heal. It's happened before, I'll be fine." I wrap my arms around your neck and look up at you. "So what are you thinking for tonight?" I ask.
 
"I am thinking," I say, kissing you, "that you put on something sexy and we practice some baby making." I smile.
 
I smile. "That sounds good to me," I say, kissing you back. "Although I want to practice right now. . "
 
"Mmm, ok," I say sweetly as I kiss you, your hands working on my shirt, and mine going to their favorite place on your hips.
 
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