61. I'll pick it up after work.
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El was laying on the sofa watching the TV, her hand resting lovingly on her 6-month pregnant stomach. Mike looked from where he sat massaging her feet, smiling.
"Mike, can you get me some of the leftovers from McDonald's?" El asks, ruffling her hair out of the way of her face, as she smiled lovingly at her husband.
"Didn't you have that as your midnight snack?" Mike enquiries, kindly. He now knows how quickly her hormones had kicked in...
"And?" El asks, looking over the top of her bump and looking - judgingly - at her other half.
"I'll pick it up after work," Mike said, he was yet to take his paternity leave - he was lucky that he was his own boss and he had his own comic book series.
"Thank you," El reached over and held her husband's hand.
"You're welcome, baby," he replies, holding one hand in his and the other resting on where his child is kept safely.
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Mike came home, a warm McDonald's in his hands, and extra junk food that El has been craving for a while.
He saw her, fast asleep on the sofa. The baby was draining El's energy to even walk.
He couldn't wait to meet his baby.