Beautiful Mistakes

"Good night, Julie. But this isn't goodbye."

Rolling her eyes, she ended the call and shoved her phone in her purse, sighing. "Damn."

"What did he want?" Aaron asked gruffly.

"To congratulate us and ask if you want Cuban cigars when the baby is born?"

Cracking a smile, he said, "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what he said."

"Almost word for word," she said, walking up to Aaron and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Did he give you another 'he's using you' speech?"

"Does it matter?" she asked, giving him light little kisses from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"To a caveman," he said sardonically.

"Well, we're going to have to work on bringing you into the modern age. Do you know people don't have pet dinosaurs anymore? And there are these magical machines that suck up dirt off the floor, so you don't even have to use dangerous animals for household appliances!"

"No way," he said dramatically, playing along. "I suppose next you're going to tell me that women work for a living and you don't have to use your feet to make your car go?"

With a solemn nod and another light kiss, she said, "It's shocking, I know. But don't you worry, I am going to do everything I can to help you adjust."

"Hey, you're pretty cool. Wanna go see Anne Margrock at the Bedrock Bowl with me this weekend?"

Grinning, she took him by his hand and hauled him inside the apartment building, "Sorry, Fred, I’m seeing someone."

"Dammit," he said, pretending to hang his head.

"Come on inside and I'll fix you a nice pterodactyl burger. You'll feel all better."

"With cactus juice?" he asked.

Nodding, she said, "Of course. In fact, I might get a few cactus juices in you. They make you frisky."

Shaking his head, he said sternly, "You will not tempt me, woman. I am taking you on a real date first whether you like it or not."

Sighing, Julie lamented, "I would have to find the one gentleman left in this world."

With a smile, Aaron shook his head and wrapped his arm around her.

"You know, all this crazy role-playing has made me have a sudden mental image of you in a loincloth," she told him.

"A mental image is all you're ever going to have."

"Oh come on, we could do a 'me Tarzan, you Jane' kind of thing."

"No," he said, cracking a smile despite himself.

"Lame. At least take your shirt off, give me something to go on here.”

"We are going to go on a date very, very soon," he promised.

"Well, if you wanted to pretend we've already been on a date…"

"That's cheating," he said, shaking his head.

"But I'm having your baby and we haven't even had sex. I feel completely ripped off. I feel like I should be sitting on a camel somewhere in Bethlehem."