I can't decide if I want this to stay a drabble or the beginning of a story. I'll have to see if any more story pops outta the brain. As per usual, I'm not making cash of the brilliance of these characters. I could, but I won't. Wanna know why? Because that would be wrong.
"Do you want to still play
"Do you want to still play?"
"Would I be a terrible person if I said yes?"
"I wouldn't think any less of you. I would be shocked if you said you didn't want to keep playing."
"You don't think I could hurt anything, playing?"
"I think you are okay for a while, assuming you don't get kicked in the stomach, but at that point, we may have bigger problems, love."
"Cor, what's my mum gonna say?"
Joe rolled onto his side and tried to make out Jess' face in the dark. "You don't think she'll be thrilled? I was thinking there would be a huge party."
"Oh God! There will be a huge party. I'm not ready for huge parties!" Jess covered her face with her hands.
"Are you happy about this or upset?" Joe asked cautiously.
"How do you feel?"
"Oh, no, no, no. I asked first, and I'm not the one that's gonna be all crazy like. That's all you. My big biological parts all done." He was smiling, but she didn't seem to see the funny.
She sighed over dramatically. "I'm gonna get fat! What if you don't love me when I'm fat? What if I can't lose the weight and then I can't play because I'll be out of shape and all huffy and why is this happening to me?"
"Didn't you want this?" Joe offered hoping to tread lightly. "I mean, we talked about it and you said you were ready and—"
"That was before it actually happened," she interrupted. "Now it seems like the worst idea we've ever had. I can't do this."
Joe pulled her to him and stroked her hair. "I was hoping I'd have some time before the emotional rollercoaster started, guess not," he said into her hair. "Strap yourselves in. It's going to be a bumpy ride."
Jess smacked him hard. "You did this to me."
"And the clichés keep coming."