Cookie Love [Watty Awards '12]

“A birthing class, oh my gosh!” Vincent hyperventilated, stopping dead on his tracks. I followed his line of sight and saw to my absolute ridiculousness a huge poster calling all pregnant woman and their miserable halves. “I’ve always wanted to go to one since I was a kid!” he grinned from ear to ear like a two year old on seeing a bazillion candies on Halloween. He turned to look at me, his green eyes glistening.

Me knowing exactly where this was going, popped his infinitesimal bubble with a mean,"No!” We were walking back to our apartment after our work at the café was over. The sky was a pleasant blue with streaks of orange and red as the sun descended below the hills. It was beautiful. I turned to Vincent  who looked at me with a face that clearly read ‘what the poop’.

                “But it’ll be so freaking awesome!” Vincent pleaded after I’d begun walking away.

                “I’m not freaking pregnant!” I retorted, increasing my pace after he’d started sprinting to catch up with me.

                “What in the name of Cookie’s rainbow underpants is wrong with you?” he asked, his arms brushing mine slightly.

                “Nothing!”  I jogged to ditch the annoying twat who made my heart muscles contract. Before I knew it, I was falling butt first onto the ground. “Aaaah!” I let out a yelp, and my ears were met with laughter so boisterously sexy, I wondered why my ears weren’t bleeding.

                “Shut up,” I mumbled, swatting away the hand of the man currently quaking with wild laughter. My relationship with gravity was so intimate, it decided to pull me towards it once again. “Ugh,” I groaned sprawled on the ground, Vincent’s peals of laughter unending. He offered his hand for the second time, and I took it without hesitating.

                Now that I was on all fours, I tied my traitor laces. My face burned red with embarrassment, waiting for him to recover. “Did you just trip on your own laces twice?” he smirked.

                “No, I attacked the Earth,” I said with a serious face. "I'm freaking talented!"

                I could see him holding back laughter with an annoying smirk drawn beautifully.              “What?” I asked when his smirk turned evil.            

                “This,” he scooped me up gently, bridal style for the second time that day.

                “Put.me.down.” I said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain my composure. “NOW!” I yelled as he began jogging towards the birthing class.

“No can do!” He cackled like the despicable twat he was. I didn’t even try to contemplate my escape routes. I closed my eyes to let Hades take me away to Tartarus.

“Welcome!” the lady greeted smiling warmly. “Aw, you both look so cute!” she gushed ushering us inside.

I narrowed my eyes at him sending an infamous death glare of mine. His remained unfazed by the ferocity of my glare and just winked back putting me down on my feet.I rubbed the sore spots of my arm absentmindedly where he’d clutched me with his vice like grip.

                I felt hot breath down my neck, “Sorry, wifey!” he cooed in my ear.

                I rolled my eyes. I had to get my revenge some day. Karma wasn’t doing its job lately. “Names, please?” the lady asked, fiddling with some papers.