"Why did we pick this movie, again?" Sal winced as he dug into the buttery popcorn. Yes, he knew why he was here. He'd missed the popcorn so. He knew Molly did her best to have him on Smart Balance. But did that mean he'd have high blood pressure, if he didn't? And if he did, did that mean if he took something for his blood pressure... that would mean... no sex life.
He knew someone from work who said this was true. The guy wasn't even thirty, on blood pressure meds and no sex drive.
Sal looked at Molly. Well, there was one thing really important to him this year. Get Molly pregnant. Actually, it was just the sex he wanted. But there was a purpose in mind. Sort of.
"What are you doing?" She looked at him suspicious, as if she could read his mind. He popped a kernel of popcorn in her mouth.
"Nothing." He grinned from ear to ear. He felt a little laugh as if he knew the key to their problem. If they had a baby, then she'd stop being so bugged about this old thing that clung on to him like a wet wash cloth that became his second skin. Dez and his mother, who didn't even want to see Dez. Must he remind Molly a millionth time?
Of course, the only mother Dez knew of ..was Molly, and she was reluctant in the beginning, but she was warming up. Said his eyes were like Sal's and that hair. Oh, she loved that messy hair of Dez's. Of course, his curly stuff fell out and straight shocks of dark hair came in making him look as if he had a baby Mohawk of some kind. You couldn't find a cuter cooler baby as far as Sal was concerned.
Now thoughts of a baby girl filled his dreams. She'd look just like Molly. Wouldn't look a thing like him. Then, they'd have their two. They'd be set. It was his uncanny resolution this year. Yes, he wanted it to happen. And this was the month to do it.
Oh, he was excited. Perhaps, he was almost a weasel about it. Always finding everything so romantic at every turn. He'd nibble on her ear, right now during the previews.
Molly sighed. She was tired. He knew it before she even said it. He sucked on the big fat drink they were sharing.
He knew he was getting on her nerves.
OK, he was going to recoil that thought about the baby. He needed to make more money. He'd take a second job. He'd invest. He would save money. That was the ticket. That would make her love him more.
Sal sighed as he put his arm around her. The horror film in 3D was about to start. They needed to put on their shades and be ready to be freaked. Sal smiled and she hugged him close, already. Naw, he really liked his first idea. He was going with that one.