Remember the Time [Punk/Lacy]

"Mommyyy," Brandon whined as he crawled into hers and Phil's room, which sent Lacy jolting up and out of bed to get Brandon from off of the floor. Probably woke Phil up, but whatever.

She got him up off of the floor and sat him in bed in between them. "Baby, how'd you get out?"

He just smiled. As if he could talk and answer her.

She sighed, "Gotta get you a new crib." She kissed his cheek and laid him down. "Go back to sleep, let mommy and daddy get a little more rest."

That of course sent her son into a frenzy, and he started to shake his head and fuss. A lot.

[because i happen to be listening to MJ right now. lol)

"Hey kid, knock it off." Phil chuckled as he woke up. "What are you fussing about?" he asked.

[lol...okay]

Brandon continued to fuss and just latched on to Phil.

"You two are turning each other against me," she chuckled.

"Are not. We love you." he said as he held onto Brandon.

"When it's convenient. Like last night." She chuckled.

Phil smirked. "I really, really loved you." he winked.

"lub." Brandon mocked Phil and stayed clinging to him.

"That's your son." She smirked and laid down.

"I would hope so." he joked. "Do you love your mom?" Phil asked Brandon.

"Daddy," Brandon hugged Phil around the neck.

"There's my answer."

"Eh, he does." Phil chuckled as he kissed Brandon's cheek. "Glad to see he isn't so moody today though. I think your hormones messed up him during your pregnancy." he joked.

"Me? Moody?" She chuckled. "You're his father, and the moodiest person ever." She laughed.

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/Pregnancy: Month 4/

"PHIL." Lacy snapped and threw her makeup bag across the room. He'd tried to go back to using eyeliner for his gimmick, and that was fine, but "STAY OUT OF MY MAKEUP BAG!"

"You make it seem like I'm stealing everything in there. Chill out."

"Chill?" She asked incredulously. Of course she was over reacting. "You don't understand. A certain lady in this house is pregnant with your kid, I'm getting bigger, and excuse me for wanting to look just a LITTLE bit more attractive in these nine months. But I can't DO THAT if you keep taking my shit!"

A normal man with a hormonal, pregnant girlfriend, would be sweet and try to apologize for being so rude. Phil, not used to this and well...not knowing how to handle a very hormonal Lacy, did the opposite.

"Look, it's not a big deal. You look great, you always do, geez. I only took your shit because you said I could, didn't know it would be such a HUGE problem now. Here's your shit back, princess." he said rolling his eyes.

Clearly...he wasn't taught how to handle these situations.

"Well fuck you," she remarked snidely and went upstairs. "I'm leaving. Fuck this."

And now, she was starting to cry. It wasn't until she started her second trimester that she started to get stupid emotional. She hated it.

He heard he start to cry and sighed. "Fucking crying." he muttered to himself. He then went after her.

"Lacy, I'm sorry, I'm being a jerk."

"You're always a jerk," she sniffled as she was packing up her stuff. "You only apologize 'cause you feel like you have to."

"No, I'm apologizing because I'm sorry." he said as he grabbed her hand. "I know being knocked up and everything must take a toll on you and I'm not helping at all."

"No, you're not," she said stubbornly as he grabbed her hand. She sighed and went to hug him as much as her stomach would allow her to. "I'm sorry for being so damned bitchy."

She has gone from happy, to angry, to full of rage, to sad, to remorseful in about an hour. Hm.

"It's okay." he said as he hugged her back and rubbed her belly a bit. "You're entitled to do it." he nodded as he kissed her forehead.

"I hate this," she sighed/cried. "My hormones are all over the place, I'm as big as a house, and you're starting to hate me." She huffed. "I don't wanna be pregnant anymore, I want things back to the way they were."

"I don't hate you, I could never hate you." he said. "You're not as big as a house and things will go back to normal eventually." he told her.

(*smirked and told Mimi to stay out of her topic*)

"Whatever." She muttered. "You're gonna be on the road and some skinny girl is gonna hit on you."

He nodded. "She could, but I'd ignore her. I don't want her or any other girl for that matter, I want you." he told her.

[*vomits*]

She sniffled. "Really?"

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