-- My Life --

I glance away from the road to look down at the clock, it reads 2:15 am. I am on one of my almost daily trips to the Seven Eleven.

My wife wants gummy bears.

Yep, thats her craving, anything gummy, it can be bears, worms, and I even found some cute hearts for her which made her cry.

She is highly emotional.

Its her 8th month of a very long pregnancy, and I am ready for the baby to come, maybe then she will have only one personality.

Okay, maybe two, I don't think Maria ever had just one personality.

We got married 2 years ago.

It was the day after high school graduation and we went to Vegas and eloped. We didn't tell anyone, we just went and when we got back....

Lets just say Amy De Luca wanted to slit my throat.

When we told her, she was convinced Maria was pregnant and thats why we got married. She even made Maria take a pregnancy test.

After she finally realized Maria wasn't pregnant she settled down, she just wouldn't talk to me for about 4 months, maybe 5, but she got over it.

We moved into my little apartment and started our life. I got a job roofing, it pays a lot better than the crashdown. Maria though stayed at the crashdown, waitressing full time.

So we stayed like that, in our little world while Max and eveyrone went off to college, but we were happy.

She told me she was pregnant while we were driving to her moms for sunday dinner.

I hit a mail box.

After calming down and removing the mailbox flag from my windshield, I turned to her and kissed her. I was happy you know, I mean Amy De Luca would probally murder me, but we were going to have a baby, and I was going to have a family of my own.

Amy De Luca did not murder me.

She did however call me a dog and smacked me upside my head, she then started to cry and hugged Maria. She also went into an hour long rant on why she was to young to be a grandmother.

She is not that young...

Don't tell her I said that.

Anyway, the pregnancy started out fine. We couldn't go the doctors, we didn't want to risk it, my alien chemistry and all. As for the delivery of the baby...

Tess is going to do it.

Yep, Tess, she also stayed in this town, she actually became a hair dresser, funny huh? She also married Kyle Valenti, even funnier. But she is reading books on delivery, and Maria trusts her, and I trust her, for some strange reason, I feel Maria is safe in Tess's care.

As time went on and Maria's stomach got bigger things got more crazy.

We moved into a bigger apartment. It was a crazy day, Maria was in her 6th month and all she did was sit and complain how hot it was, with her ice tea in one hand and a little electric fan in the other, while me and Kyle moved everything in my ourselves.

Once we were settled, Maria began decorating the baby's room, and man has that been crazy. She is constanly in there, complaining that its not big enough, that we can't afford pretty things, and that we don't even know what color to paint it because we don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl.

I love her though, she is so cute when she pouts.

Now that she is in her 8th month, she is more crazy and psychoctic that before.

I mean that in the most loving way..

Her belly is at its biggest and she waddles when she walks.

Its funny.

Well not to funny, I mean I have to watch what I say around her, but for some reason things just come out of my mouth, I mean whats so bad about saying she looks like a little pregnant duck? It wasn't an insult, I was just joking you know...

She made me sleep on the couch for a week.

Thats not as bad as the time we were watching TV while laying in bed and I had to strain my neck to see over her belly. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her that her belly was in the way and asked her nicely if maybe she could switch sides with me. Well lets just say I ended up on the floor.

I still don't see what I said that was so horrible.

After my trip to Seven Eleven I head home, to my angel, hopefully she is feeling in an angelic mood.

I walk into the bedroom where she is laying awake waiting for my return. She looks up at me and asks right away if I got them.

I go and sit down on the bed, handing her the bag with a smile on my face. She looks at them and laughs.

I found gummy aliens this time.

I am just glad she is laughing and not crying. She looks up at me and leans in to give me a kiss. God I love her.

Well the time is now 3:00am and I am back on the road to Seven Eleven.

Yep, she loved the alien gummy guys, she loved them a little to much.

She refused to eat them, saying that it would be like biting my head off and she loved me to much to eat me.

Isn't that sweet....and a little wierd if you ask me.

But I love her and the little guy who is making her crazy.

I can't help but smile as I drive into the Seven Eleven, yep life is good, life is good.

The End