Saturday Morning

"Jenny," whispered Wes, nudging his wife. "Jenny…wake up."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Wesley, do not ever call me Jenny," groaned the former pink Time Force ranger. "I can't stand it."

"Don't call me Wesley," retorted Wes. "I'm bored, Jen. Wake up and entertain me."

Jen Collins rolled over to face him and gave her husband the evil eye. "It's seven o'clock on a Saturday morning and I'm eight months pregnant. Entertain yourself, Wes."

"But Jen," whined Wes, sounding exactly like a two year old. "It's boring here. Talk to me. I'll make breakfast and we can chat. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"What sounds nice is more sleep," mumbled Jen. "Go irritate somebody else, like Eric or Cole."

"Eric would shoot me if I bothered him at this hour," Wes said, his tone still cheerful. "And Cole…don't make me go see him. I still have nightmares."

Jen glared at Wes. "Well, I don't have enough energy to try and entertain you at the moment. Why don't you go play on the freeway or something so I can have some peace? Please, Wes, I'm exhausted. And I'm sorry to say it, Wes, but our child will be fatherless if you don't leave me alone."

Wes snorted. "Aw, Jen, you're funny," he said. "And isn't it a good thing that I want to spend time with you? Isn't it a good thing that I love you so much that I never want to leave your side?"

"You are so unfair, you know that?"

Wes chuckled at his wife. "I know I am," he replied in what could accurately be described as an evil tone of voice. "But I love you and the baby, so I think it will all balance out in the end, Jenny."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his face hidden in her soft chestnut brown hair.

"We'll be OK, right Wes? With the baby and everything?"

"Course we will."

Jen snuggled in against her husband. "Because we have each other," he continued. "And that means forever."

She groaned. "I'm never going to get sleep on a Saturday morning again."