“Duncan could tu please cook tonight, I’m exhausted…”

Duncan looked up from the TV. “umm, no”

I sighed, frustrated. “Duncan… I’m so tired, please do it for me, I’m pregnant here…”

“not heavily pregnant, now go cook woman.”

I threw a book at his head and went to bed.

I sighed, he was no help at all these days. Support my butt, no help at all…I ask him to clean, he trashes the place even more, I ask him to cook, I’m the one who does all the work in the end. I’m one mes pregnant and this sucks… I’m always tired, throwing up and having headaches and stomach pains.

I was interrupted por my stomach growling. I got up, ignored the dizzy feeling and marched over to Duncan. I turned the TV off and stood in front of him.

“I thought tu dicho tu were tired…”

I huffed and started yelling at him. “I also asked tu to clean the house, make dinner, and let me rest in peace! Did tu do any of that? I don’t think so, I thought tu dicho tu would support me!”

I was on the verge of tears.

He shifted his eyes down and replied softly, "Well tu don’t look like tu need any help, you’re not that pregnant…”

“I’m still pregnant! I have headaches and dizziness and nausea, and I constantly ask tu to help around, but tu don’t!”

Duncan tried to envolver, abrigo his arms around me but I pushed him off. “I’m sorry, Princess, but if tu needed help tu could have just asked…”

That was it…"UGH!”

I stormed off into the room and closed my eyes, and tried to sleep.


Okay so maybe I was slacking and letting her do all the work, but I had things on my mind too.

I went into the cocina and looked around for something to eat, something caught my eye and I knew just what to make.

Man Courtney was getting really mad, and this was just actuación like herself, oh and then there are mood swings…ooh lucky me…

I sat at the computer and tried to research what to expect for this pregnancy…oh okay so now I get where she’s coming from, I’ve been a terrible boyfriend.

I popped a piece of gum in my mouth -my latest stress reliever- and headed towards the room.

I knocked on the door, the tray of comida in my hands.


“Courtney, can I come in please?” I didn’t lift up my face from the covers.

“I’m not cooking tu cena Duncan!”

He barged in, must have picked the lock…"ah, no need for that Princess, your feast has arrived.”

I looked up at the mention of food. “Duncan!”

I pounced on him. It was maní, cacahuete mantequilla and jelly, the first thing I estola from chef with him, right after was the first time I kissed him too.

“I knew you’d like it, listen I’m sorry, but now I know what to expect, I did a little research, I’m sorry I was such a terrible boyfriend.”

I smirked “It’s okay…wanna make out?”

He grinned. “Hell yeah! Wait, let me just spit my gum out, wanna see if it can make it across the room to the trash?”

“I’m not sure if that’s the best idea…”

“aw come on what’s it going to hurt?”

It all happened too fast, he spit his gum, it flew but barely above my head, I felt something fall on my head.


“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is…”

I am so so so screwed…

Courtney rushed to the bathroom with a segundo to spare. I counted the segundos until she screamed.

I was answered with a blood curdling scream, and the call of my name.

“DUNCAN tu ARE DEAD!!”

Yes I was so very freaking screwed