DISCLAIMER: I own every character in this story. Not that there are many but I claim them as my own.
CHALLENGE: Written as part of the 1001 Nights Challenge.
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Why Eggs?
By Meghan
I really have to think about how this all started. It wasn't as if I expected this to happen. I mean, really? Who in their right mind expects to be rushed out of their own apartment at three in the morning because their girlfriend is having one of those cravings again? Not that I'm complaining, heck no. Okay…yes I am complaining but it's not even like I'm going to the store for chocolate ice cream, pickles, or something as equally normal for a pregnancy craving. No, I'm rushed out of my warm bed because she needs to have eggs. You heard me right, eggs. She needs eggs and I'm the one that has to go and get them. Now really the problem of getting up and going to get them didn't bother me as much as what happened after I got home and went to cook them.
Yes, you guessed right. When I started to crack the eggs open I went one at a time down the row. Did I expect when I reached the fourth egg that it would hatch open by itself? No. So I did what any other sane woman would have done in my position, at three in the morning. I looked at it with my head turned to one side and then screamed when it chirped at me. Now it just must be said. I'm a screamer. I've always been a screaming there's just never been a time in my life that I haven't been a screamer. I used to scream all the time at night. That was before Liz and I decided it would be a wonderful idea to have a child. Now, yeah I don't scream as much as I used to at night or at all really. So you can understand Liz's fright when she heard me scream. She didn't waste a beat before she rushed into the kitchen, her baseball bat raised at the ready.
"What…what is it!?" She asks, calming down slightly when she sees there is no big strong evil person attacking me.
I don't answer, I just point towards the counter and the now lively little chick that is hopping around on it. I hear Liz sigh and I turn to see that she finds our little guest adorable. I groan as I realize that I've unintentionally just given Liz the pet she's always wanted. Oh joy. I'm just left standing in the middle of the kitchen while Liz takes her new pet, cradles it and walks out of the room. Well, at least I don't have to make her the eggs anymore. But really, as I turn off the kitchen light and go to join Liz in our bedroom I have to wonder once again...why eggs?
The End