Maybe We're Crazy

Multiple Personalities

I hear the front door open and I smile.

Elliot's back. He went to drop the kids off at Kathy's a half hour ago.

I pour the boiling water from the tea kettle into my mug, dropping in the tea bag. Elliot picked up the ginger tea this morning. It's supposed to help with the morning sickness. Not that you can really accurately call it that. It's constant.

But since I've been drinking the tea it seems to be better.

Elliot wraps his arms around me from behind his hands on my belly.

I smile softly.

"How is my wife?" He asks quietly.

"Nauseous..." I say softly, leaning into him embrace.

"I'm sorry, baby..." He says quietly, "Anything I can do?"

"No, Honey, I'll be okay..." I say, closing my eyes, and resting my head on his chest.

"You look tired, baby..." He says, quietly, stroking my hair.

"I am..." I mumble.

I walk over to the garbage can, throwing away the tea bag.

"I love it when you wear my clothes..." He says, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

After Elliot had left with the kids I changed into pajamas. One of his long sleeve NYPD shirts and tiny pajama shorts that barely covered my butt.

He kisses my temple, wrapping his arms even tighter around me.

"Baby boy is not being so nice to his mom..." I say, taking a sip of the tea.

"Boy? You think it's a boy?" Elliot asks, grinning.

"Yeah, I do..." I say, resting my hand on my stomach.

"Me too..." He says softly.

"You know why I think it's a boy?" I ask.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because he is making my life exponentially harder, just like this father..." I say, sipping from the mug as Elliot takes his jacket off and pulls a beer out of the fridge.

He laughs.

"But I have absolutely nothing but love for him." I say.

Elliot wraps his arms around me and I push him away.

"Oh god!" I say, backing up.

My hand covering my nose.

"What? What happened?" He asks.

"The beer..." I say, moving farther away.

"The smell of the beer?" He asks.

I nod my head.

"You have to dump it..." I say.

"Liv really?" He asks.

"God Elliot, just do it." I say.

He dumps the beer down the sink