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Not Gonna Get Us:
Judy really wants a baby. I keep stalling because... Because...
I lowered my head against my desk.
I don't why. Maybe because I am afraid. A baby will slow me down. I'd have to put all my plans on hold. Plus, they take so much money. A whole month of diapers could by new DJ equipment. We can't afford to raise a child. My job doesn't not pay that much and Judy's still looking for another job. And she wants a baby?
I shook my head.
It can't work. It won't work. Why can't she see that? A baby will ruin things for us. I don't want that.
But then, I paused.
A baby wouldn't be bad to have at times. A little girl would be cute. Maybe a son. Twins, possibly? No, better stick with one child. Much easier to manage. But... does Judy want more than one kid?
I paused again.
No, no, no! I can't be thinking like that. Kids are bad for our lives.
But then, my family keeps pushing me for children too. Madre and Judy have been talking about it for days now. It almost makes me nervous. I don't let when Madre gets too close to my friends. That usually leads to her plotting something. Looks like I'll have to be careful while I'm at it.
I shudder at I think about what could go down from this. I don't like how this could turn out already.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached forward it had a chance to reach the chorus of the ringtone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Mere-Bear!" a cheerful voice chirped on the other line. I sat up in a heartbeat.
"Judy-bug?" I asked.
"How have you been?"
"Good, good."
Judy paused on the other line for a moment. My smile slowly dropped a bit. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked.
"No," I said. "What do you mean?"
"I can tell in your voice that something is wrong," my girlfriend said. "Now, what is it?"
"How can you..."
"We've known each other for three years. I know when you're upset."
I lowered my shoulders. "Actually, can we talk later tonight?"
"Okay... Is it bad?"
"Not really."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"We'll talk later, okay?"
"Okay, I'll see you tonight."
"Okay, take care."
"You too."
"Bye."
"Buh-bye." My thumb pressed the red button to end the call. I flopped back in my chair and sighed. That should at least buy me enough time to think about this whole baby thing. I should have it together by then, right?
I hope...
Why Do I Have to Share My Baby with a Monkey
Judy really wants a baby. I keep stalling because... Because...
I lowered my head against my desk.
I don't why. Maybe because I am afraid. A baby will slow me down. I'd have to put all my plans on hold. Plus, they take so much money. A whole month of diapers could by new DJ equipment. We can't afford to raise a child. My job doesn't not pay that much and Judy's still looking for another job. And she wants a baby?
I shook my head.
It can't work. It won't work. Why can't she see that? A baby will ruin things for us. I don't want that.
But then, I paused.
A baby wouldn't be bad to have at times. A little girl would be cute. Maybe a son. Twins, possibly? No, better stick with one child. Much easier to manage. But... does Judy want more than one kid?
I paused again.
No, no, no! I can't be thinking like that. Kids are bad for our lives.
But then, my family keeps pushing me for children too. Madre and Judy have been talking about it for days now. It almost makes me nervous. I don't let when Madre gets too close to my friends. That usually leads to her plotting something. Looks like I'll have to be careful while I'm at it.
I shudder at I think about what could go down from this. I don't like how this could turn out already.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached forward it had a chance to reach the chorus of the ringtone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Mere-Bear!" a cheerful voice chirped on the other line. I sat up in a heartbeat.
"Judy-bug?" I asked.
"How have you been?"
"Good, good."
Judy paused on the other line for a moment. My smile slowly dropped a bit. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked.
"No," I said. "What do you mean?"
"I can tell in your voice that something is wrong," my girlfriend said. "Now, what is it?"
"How can you..."
"We've known each other for three years. I know when you're upset."
I lowered my shoulders. "Actually, can we talk later tonight?"
"Okay... Is it bad?"
"Not really."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"We'll talk later, okay?"
"Okay, I'll see you tonight."
"Okay, take care."
"You too."
"Bye."
"Buh-bye." My thumb pressed the red button to end the call. I flopped back in my chair and sighed. That should at least buy me enough time to think about this whole baby thing. I should have it together by then, right?
I hope...
Why Do I Have to Share My Baby with a Monkey
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