“You would ask for help if it were me that was prego and had a weird hankering to murder people.”
I was holding Gertie as we entered the elevator, and Roman swiped the key fob to our new apartment. The second the elevator moved, he had me and Gertie pinned between him and the wall.
“I would do whatever was needed, wife. But this? This is putting my wife in danger and in the path of other men.”
I reached for his shirt, careful to keep Gertie nestled in my arms.
“Oh, husband. You are ridiculous. But if it makes you happy, I’ll leave Gertie to guard the house. Now. Stop complaining before she pecks your eyes out while you sleep.”
I reached up on tiptoes and kissed him.
Gertie clucked in agreement, and Roman stepped back all of an inch.
“Go put Gertie away and then we can see about adding a human child to this family because the chicken is giving me way too many weird looks.”
I released his shirt.
“Roman, do you really think you want a mini version of me and Gertie running this place?”
“Butterfly, put the bird down, because that is exactly what I want.”
I squealed and placed Gertie in her house as quickly as possible.
At least here there were no bodies to peck for Gertie. And for me? Well, you never knew exactly who would win the fight when Roman and I were involved.
