"I thought you two were already engaged?" Gordy looked at Rosco who made himself right at home on the counter in his mother's kitchen. It still didn't feel quite like his kitchen even if the girls had taken over and put their artwork all over the fridge. At the moment, his Mom had taken them to the zoo.
"Well, I guess so." Rosco winced. He was eating a pop-tart.
"I'm not one to ask about this stuff. I guess." Gordy was finishing up the dishes. "I'm not to swift with this marriage game. As you can tell."
Rosco just shrugged while he ate.
"This college dude was hitting on her, and somebody at work said he never would have, if she'd had on a ring, you know." Rosco smirked.
"I don't think you're serious about this." Gordy looked at him.
"Yes, I am."
"Then find something specatular and do it. Prepose. Go for it." Gordy glared, telling him all the things he wished he'd do.
"Do you think you two will be actually married before the baby comes?" Rosco asked him.
"I doubt it, the way things are going. Might as well be a slow boat to China." Gordy shrugged drying the last dish.
"Because, Rachel keeps changing her mind, thats why. One minute its, do this tomorrow, and then she wants to get down to size 4 again before it can happen. And, I don't want to burst her bubble, but she's never been a size 4 so it might never happen." Gordy gritted.
"Wow, size 4, just how small is that?" Rosco winced with a laugh.
"I don't know. I don't want to know. I want her to grow up. I want her to, well, she's Rachel. What can I say. I love her, I hate some of the things she does. I am trying here, I really am."
"Well, so am I." Rosco hopped off the counter, cleaned his hands. "I don't think anyone is going to give me a loan."
"You'll find a way. You always do." Gordy gave him a squeeze on the shoulder.