just words

"I know what you're thinking," Fish said before Bella could open her mouth as she stood there looking at the living-room. As it was he was in the middle of washing dishes. Housework was not Bella's favorite activity. And he didn't push it. He knew she was worried about so many things with the wedding, being pregnant, Gib. The list could go on and on.

"How are we going to let people in this house?" She had her hands on her hips. "This house is shit. I can't possibly keep it picked up until the wedding."

"You want new furniture." He was having his own conversation as he went back to scrubbing pots and pans.

"What?" Now she followed his words. She was right there in the kitchen with him. He knew she liked the sound of that, very much.

"Maybe we could just rent it." As it was they had a hodgepodge of junk from garage sales to picking up someone else's crap off the side of the road.

"No, no...you said new furniture." She reminded him.

"I dunno." Fish shook his head. As it was his green T-shirt with the word Lucky across his chest was half wet from the miserable sink.

"I want to look. I want to get out of the house and look. You know, see what we might be up against." She wrapped her arms around him and her stomach pressed against his lower back. The baby kicked him practically in the butt.

"All right, all right." What had he started? Get a new credit card, finally. and he knew it wouldn't be long til he'd be paying magnitude late fees.

She would finds something. He just knew. It was her job to find stuff for him to buy. Of course, it might take them another hour just to load everything up in the car to get to the Furniture Mart. It was never going anywhere fast with Bella and a baby. What was it going to be like when they had two? Then he thought of Jane. Would they even have room in the car for three in the back seat?

Fish just shivered. Welcome to the real world, he thought. It wasn't as much fun as the one on MTV.