Beautiful Mistakes

Raising his eyebrows he said, "Well, I've never been compared to God before, Mary. This role-playing thing just took a strange turn."

"Biblical role-play. That has got to be a sin."

"Undoubtedly," he agreed with a nod.

"I think the stone age role-play was more fun anyway, I could imagine myself with bright red hair, huge pearls, and a white dress. Plus Wilma has a waistline to kill for."

Aaron merely shook his head. "Did I know you were crazy before I started dating you?"

"Well, you lived with me, so if you didn't it's your own damn fault."

Shrugging, he said, "Oh well. A little crazy is kind of sexy."

Shoving her hand over his mouth she said, "Do not say the s-word."

Guffawing, he moved her hand and asked, "Why, are we six?"

"No, but you'll make my mind go places it shouldn’t. Besides, God is watching."

He raised his eyebrows at her suspiciously.

Feigning innocence, Julie crossed her heart and pointed upward. "I swear."

"Well, if God is watching He should be very proud of us tonight when we don't have sex," Aaron told her as he put the key in the lock and turned it, pushing open the door.

"As l

ong as it makes someone happy," she said, following him inside the apartment.

With a smile, Aaron said, "Don't worry. I promise to make you happy very soon."

With a grin, Julie plopped down on the couch to watch him shut the door and said, "Well, I suppose I will just have to wait patiently then."

"Good things come to those who wait."

"Just promise me that you and I will at least sleep together before I blow up like a beach ball and then your first naked image of me is just… Big Willy."

"I promise," he said, coming over and sitting next to her.

Sighing, she leaned into his shoulder. "Even though I give you hell about being a gentleman, you know I think it's cute, right?"

"Of course. I am the master of giving hell, Julie. Have you already forgotten the way I tortured you?"

"I will never forget," she assured him. "Every time I hear the word 'brother' for the rest of my life I'm going to flinch a little."

"And wasn't that because I thought you were cute?"

Grinning, she said, "You know, when I was in second grade and Danny Lawson picked on me all the time because he liked me, I never dreamed that the same principles would apply when I was a grown up."

"When I was in second grade I thought girls had cooties and I was convinced I would grow up to be a football player. I guess I wasn't as insightful."

"I wonder what Poppy Seed will be like in second grade," she mused, touching her stomach.

"Depends. Matt was really awkward and annoying in second grade. You were…?"

"Pretty similar to how I turned out, actually. The only difference was I played Barbies then. I was competitive with the only girl in my grade that I feared was smarter than me, I was madly in love with Wally Maguire, who was coincidentally best friends with the aforementioned Danny Lawson. I loved to play Barbies and read anything I could—books, magazines, recipes… and I hated every vegetable except broccoli, which is weird considering most kids hate broccoli. I’m less picky about veggies now."

"Well, hopefully the baby will follow more in your footsteps."