FUN, LOVE, BABY

�" You know a little morbid that none of us have a tree alive anymore! �" pondering my girlfriend, who was seen as beautiful, staring at the dark ceiling. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with nudity, but he loves his pajamas, which inevitably reminds him of his strange childhood.

For the evening �" without exception - we used to lower the blinds, we darken the whole apartment well, as if I was secretly afraid that most curious or sneaky neighbors would rush to chatter petty, our thrilling secrets.

�" You know you hate it when I mention it, but the thing is, I was damn scared of my old man! �" I confess a few minutes later when I feel like a freight train from a distance is intentionally squeaking its rails, and a couple of dogs would moan unfriendly. It just comes out of me at once.

�" You know darling! I've heard the story a million times already! �" my girlfriend waves easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, that a person’s childhood cannot be one of the forbidden taboo topics, and somehow it turns out, that of course not.

�" You know in recent years I think he's pushed us away too! It was as if he felt his mere life was useless, meaningless! Do you understand that?!

My girlfriend looks up; his deer eyes will suddenly be wetter with millions of tiny, sparkling true pearls, gently folding his head into the triangular corner of my shoulders as I try to rest one hand under my neck while philosophizing about life.

�" This great heat is horrible ... �" I sigh and my girlfriend interprets this as an alarm because she spins out with the skill of a cat, as she is out of bed and is already rushing to the bathroom to cool off, return with an ice-cold compress that you are already sticking to my hot forehead.

,,Even a caring mom ” - I note, it's true that it's just myself, so it's not a source of quarrel. Because I've always hated quarreling!

My girlfriend is up in bed, stretching as if she had slept for at least eight hours in a row, then stroking my head, soaked in a slightly distasteful battle anyway.

-I don't think your mom particularly likes it ... �" notes it in a girly, sad voice at once.

�" Well, if you mention it that way, I don't think your brother is a jerk either! �" I cut it from a bite.

�" Don't tell me anymore! �" still rebukes kindly. �" You know, in a sense, I was raised from changing diapers to my first date. �" less pride mixes unnoticed into his voice.

�" I always said you have fantastic parenting methods sweetheart! �" congratulations to him sincerely.

�" Thank you very much! You know I think you would have felt so much better if you had an older brother! �" declares.

�" Don't believe it! I think my mother was shocked that my father also had a drunken, worthless younger brother who was so lazy to stand in the yard with his eyes and weed on a pile! �" I try to rely on arguments, as usual.

�" You know I always believed the saying: my brother is my best friend! It worked very well for us anyway!

�" I'm really happy about that! Unfortunately, this did not come with us.

The whole room is unnoticed by something invisible, sticky, poisoning, suspicion, and insecurity, which is better if one has nothing to do with sparing oneself from unnecessary conflicts.

�" Please don't do this good! �" speaks to me as a training sergeant, and there is a rigor in his tone. �" I already know you as much as bad money and I understand, if something is wrong.

�" If I really caused any trouble, I sincerely apologize! What's wrong? �" I look at it questioningly, searching for opportunities.

�" You know we're going to be forty slowly, and the big stinking truth is that I don't want to let go of the baby. �" falls out of it.

�" Well ... I totally understand ... �" I intentionally shut up. How can I answer such a logical and natural question? After all, if one lives in a relationship sooner or later, one will inevitably face an important issue that determines one's life.

�" Tell me? Have you ever wondered if you want your own baby? The gaze of �" which is cherished, protected, tenderly nicknamed now pierces with reality with a killer look and does not let go.

�" Of course ... the topic has been formulated in me several times ... �" as if I constantly want to ask for a specific answer.

�" Forgive me, but then who of the two of us is behaving childishly now ?! �" asked himself a little annoyed and sexy.

�" Honey! Why are you like that with me?! I thought we've been around a lot of topics already, and ... �" I feel like he could immediately drown him in a smaller spoonful of water with his gaze. Therefore, I will shut up as soon as possible.

�" Please confess color, good! Tell me seriously and openly whether you want a baby from me or not ?! In his trembling, emotional voice �", almost all the happy sweetness and strangeness of the last three and a half years vibrate in him. I also feel scared, but there’s a recovered, yet very karakan kind of pride in it that you wouldn’t reveal for any money, maybe not even in front of me, and it really comes in, even imonál straight.

�" Listen! I'll be honest! For the past three years, I owe you everything I may have missed in my entire life! It’s a fantastic feeling to be taken into human numbers at all and selflessly loved, and if, on top of that, even if love finds each other, I think it’s the pinnacle of the meaning of all existence! Unfortunately we live in a material world! I know I’m not saying something new, but money has always been a sensitive point in my life! Please don't get me wrong, I just want you to understand what I'm talking about ... �" I shut up because I feel like I'm squeezing my hand in a dark, airless room and starting to sniff, like someone who has already broken a candle or is approaching crying.

�" Honey! I'm sorry! �" I would already reach for the handkerchiefs on the small table next to the bed, which I always arrange precisely next to us when he stops my hand.

�" Please ... this is an emotional, intimate moment now. �" communicates. �" Listen, you know I love you more than anything, and I'm willing to do anything for you, but sooner or later we have to take this baby theme out to cett! I don’t want to rush you, but you also know that certain biological clock is ticking faster than women! �" I hear him turn to his side and try to disguise his temporary vulnerable pride.

I continue to lie down, resting my hands on the back of my neck, and in the silent room it seems as if the threatening shadows are deliberately thickening at the same time, shouting to the man's head in a series: "It's your fault alone!" TAG1>

Suddenly, a bread cart rumbles along the main road, next to which we also live. Dawn will be a real, slightly ruined, bleak time for sober robot work.

Towards half past eight in the morning, when intimately together we eat the last crumbs of our breakfast cereal, which is just chocolate cereal, the intercom rings unexpectedly. I run over and pick it up right away. As it turns out my mother came because she felt she had to come to us to visually inspect with her own eyes that and as we live together? Well, I’m not saying this totally tipped me out of my well-usual routine that day.

It bothers me that my white, battle-sweaty athlete is still clinging to me like some kind of rubber suit, so I try to wipe quickly and put on some clean-looking clothes. I’m already rushing out into the stairwell to the elevator because my mom likes to be politely attentive and I wouldn’t want to give up my habit in that.

�" Hello sweet son! Where is Lora? �" kisses from both sides. �" You haven't shaved today, have you ?! �" notes with his usual fake smile.

�" No, but as a matter of fact, the Gilette blade is just expensive! �" I note with some ironic overtones.

�" Don't be naughty with me! I'm your mother!

�" I apologize! �" I bow like an English butler, surprisingly humbly, and then with obedient silence I follow my mother, who, like a tiger, is already entering our apartment and meticulously watching everything. He is trying to conduct a field survey.

�" Hi sweetheart! �" greets Lor.

�" Hi Mom! I didn't even know that ... �" was very surprised by the love of my life when, for the first time in her swinging dress, she felt really on her face, naked. At first, you don't even know what to do? Then it’s hard to get up and let my mom embrace her heartily like girlfriends.

�" Hello Darling! Tell me everything! �" takes up space without a word, which can only mean one thing: you want to settle down with us for an endless chatter on the beach. Yes, but! But my girlfriend should also slowly head to work, where real, ruthless slave hairdressers run the business just due. However, none of us have the heart to throw out my mother, so we talk to her for at least forty-five minutes while my girlfriend runs in and out halfway through the bedroom-living-bathroom triangle to look for proper street attire, and although I would only have to get to half past nine I morph into not asking for a smaller phone?

Eventually, my mother just realizes that on weekdays, the schedule is a bit tedious, running around, so she runs around with both of us babbling, then walks to the elevator with my girlfriend while I wave to both of them. After all, I should be leaving soon.

In the morning, my cell phone rings mysteriously at work. As I find out later, my mother interrogated my beloved girlfriend well about her secret plans around starting a family, and Lora didn’t convince her to initiate her into almost anything. ,, Na! �" I thought to myself. This will end badly after all! ” �" With that, the general danger of the actual breakup has already appeared before my spiritual eyes, and the fact that my girlfriend's younger brother is already coming with his truck, to help her sister move all her stuff.

�" Don't be mad at my mother! You know he really likes it when you can control and control things! �" I'm trying to apologize. My girlfriend, on the other hand, looks quite balanced, liberated, and radiant:

�" Don't chatter! I love your mom very much because she is able to open a person’s eyes and of course she puts it without gardening! �" This statement may already be massive �" This statement may have already applied massively to me.

�" Oh, well ... that's great ... �" the heat strikes, as if blowing air from a hair dryer.

-Listen sorry I was so annoyed in the morning, I just want to have a family ... �" shut up, maybe waiting for the dramatic effect.

�" That would be really good ... I'm taking something delicious home…

�" Work darling little! �" speaks emotionally into the shell and then puts it down.

Even so, I manage to get rid of that damn job early in the evening. Sometimes I feel like I’m giving up, just so the majority can tell me I’m a loser-boy who hasn’t even tried to create better, more livable living conditions. But that doesn't excite me in the least right now. I pop into a 24-hour convenience store on the street corner where the bus hangs up and I hope the store manager doesn’t measure it with a grumpy, hostile image. I buy it from that delicious Italian chocolate dumpling candy that you can tastefully lick and that Lora loves so much.

I get out of the store and some mysterious force with a corner to run home because something went wrong. It was as if a secret emergency factor was signaling in my soul. I’m even a maniac crazy fiddling with the house key for a while before my girlfriend notices I’m home. He falls over my neck for a long time, hugs radiantly, and kisses back and forth. It is written on his face that from now on everything will be different and then he will tell the news that our baby is on his way to conquer our hearts.