What You Remind Me Of, chapter 11
Billie's POV
It was time to wake up, but I didn't want to. Three years ago yesterday, I got married. Unbelievable. I reached my hand over, to touch my wife, but she wasn't there. I rolled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom, where I found her sitting on the side f the bathtub, holing something in her hands. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"What's that?"
"You wanna know?"
"I asked didn't I?"
"Ass. How bad do you wanna know?"
"Bitch. So bad I may jump you, take your clothes off and have my way with you."
"Sick-o. I'll tell you... on one condition."
"Oh," I said pulling her up and wrapping my arms around her waist, "and what's that?"
"You come to church with me today." Now Melody, of all people, should know by now that I'm not the most religious person in the world, but she had the object in her hand, and it was 7:00 am, and church would start in an hour, and she just looked so beautiful asking.
"Fine, but the second we get back, I wanna see it and wanna know what the hell it is."
She kissed my cheek. "Thank you," she said with her southern drawl.
"Yeah well, don't mention it, Daisy."
"Daisy?"
"Duke."
"You only wish I was."
"You know it babe."
"Shut your mouth, William Josephus."
So, after I sat in church for four hours, listing to things I agreed with and things that I didn't, and things that made me think, we were finally at home. "So... " I said as I sat down beside her on the couch.
"So what?"
"What is it?"
"Hold on," she said getting up. She walked out of the living room and one minute later, she walked in, holding the unidentified object. "Do you promise to wait 'til Wednesday before you say anything?"
"Ok, fine, whatever. I just want to know what the fuck it is."
"I'm pregnant." I felt my mouth open.
"What? Like with a baby?"
"No, dumb ass, a fish. YES a baby. What the hell did you think?"
"THAT'S FUCKIN AMAZING!"
Melody's POV
After my doctors appointment that Wednesday, and after celebrating on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with our families, Billie and I were finally able to be alone. "I like this," I said looking up at him, from his lap where my head rested. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Like what? My penis?"
"Ha, ha, Mr. Armstrong. Yes, but no. I like just being with you. It's nice."
"Well, Mrs. Armstrong, I sure am happy you like it, because after twenty years, I was starting to worry."
"I'm sure you were."
"Hey, you wanna know something?"
"Yeah," I said, looking up at him, smiling.
Smiling back, he said, "I love you."
"I love you."
Billie's POV
Two months. Mel was two months along.
She had to go into L.A. today, for some doctor's appointment, and was on her way back. Actually, she should have been back by now, considering it was nine o'clock. I picked up the phone and called her cell. It went straight to her voicemail. She was probably out service. No need to worry, I thought as I turned on the TV.
And I guess I must have fallen asleep, because the doorbell ringing woke me up. I looked around, no Mel. Where is she, I thought as I looked at my watch, making my way to the door. 12:02 AM.
I opened the door. Two policemen stood at our doorstep. Shit.
"Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yeah?"
O shit.
"Mr. Armstrong, I'm sorry, but there's been an accident... "
O fucking shit...
It was time to wake up, but I didn't want to. Three years ago yesterday, I got married. Unbelievable. I reached my hand over, to touch my wife, but she wasn't there. I rolled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom, where I found her sitting on the side f the bathtub, holing something in her hands. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"What's that?"
"You wanna know?"
"I asked didn't I?"
"Ass. How bad do you wanna know?"
"Bitch. So bad I may jump you, take your clothes off and have my way with you."
"Sick-o. I'll tell you... on one condition."
"Oh," I said pulling her up and wrapping my arms around her waist, "and what's that?"
"You come to church with me today." Now Melody, of all people, should know by now that I'm not the most religious person in the world, but she had the object in her hand, and it was 7:00 am, and church would start in an hour, and she just looked so beautiful asking.
"Fine, but the second we get back, I wanna see it and wanna know what the hell it is."
She kissed my cheek. "Thank you," she said with her southern drawl.
"Yeah well, don't mention it, Daisy."
"Daisy?"
"Duke."
"You only wish I was."
"You know it babe."
"Shut your mouth, William Josephus."
So, after I sat in church for four hours, listing to things I agreed with and things that I didn't, and things that made me think, we were finally at home. "So... " I said as I sat down beside her on the couch.
"So what?"
"What is it?"
"Hold on," she said getting up. She walked out of the living room and one minute later, she walked in, holding the unidentified object. "Do you promise to wait 'til Wednesday before you say anything?"
"Ok, fine, whatever. I just want to know what the fuck it is."
"I'm pregnant." I felt my mouth open.
"What? Like with a baby?"
"No, dumb ass, a fish. YES a baby. What the hell did you think?"
"THAT'S FUCKIN AMAZING!"
Melody's POV
After my doctors appointment that Wednesday, and after celebrating on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with our families, Billie and I were finally able to be alone. "I like this," I said looking up at him, from his lap where my head rested. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Like what? My penis?"
"Ha, ha, Mr. Armstrong. Yes, but no. I like just being with you. It's nice."
"Well, Mrs. Armstrong, I sure am happy you like it, because after twenty years, I was starting to worry."
"I'm sure you were."
"Hey, you wanna know something?"
"Yeah," I said, looking up at him, smiling.
Smiling back, he said, "I love you."
"I love you."
Billie's POV
Two months. Mel was two months along.
She had to go into L.A. today, for some doctor's appointment, and was on her way back. Actually, she should have been back by now, considering it was nine o'clock. I picked up the phone and called her cell. It went straight to her voicemail. She was probably out service. No need to worry, I thought as I turned on the TV.
And I guess I must have fallen asleep, because the doorbell ringing woke me up. I looked around, no Mel. Where is she, I thought as I looked at my watch, making my way to the door. 12:02 AM.
I opened the door. Two policemen stood at our doorstep. Shit.
"Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yeah?"
O shit.
"Mr. Armstrong, I'm sorry, but there's been an accident... "
O fucking shit...
