Bailey and Melinda were the lesbian wives that were so different from each other, they seemed to fit perfectly together. Bailey was your typical girly-girl, always wearing sundresses, smiling and greeting everyone she met and all around a positive person. Her blond hair reached to the middle of her back, her blue eyes seemed to always pierce through your own and she always seemed to be just bubbly enough to be cute, but not enough to be annoying.
Melinda, on the other hand, was a tomboy if there ever was one. Her dirty blond hair was always tied up, she always got competitive in any game she played and had no issue knocking some sense into those she deemed needed it. Her blue eyes seemed to match her wife's in many ways, but instead of being full of joy, they always seemed to challenge those around her.
Chris had lived next door to them for the past 3 years and they had grown fairly close. Between barbecues and Super Bowl parties, to being humiliated at Mario Kart racing and FPS games. Chris was roughly 5 or 6 years older than the couple, but had always found ways to stay socially active.
Then came the day Melinda's sister came to town with her newborn daughter and flipped both of their maternal instincts into overdrive. Chris could hear the squeal of excitement from next door as Hailey bounded down the walkway in front of their house and practically snatched the baby out of the mother's hands.
Making his way over, he knew there was going to be a show, and a rather rare sight as Melinda sat on the couch, making goo goo noises to her niece. Spending the day together was nice, and as he left for the night, he had no idea what was about to change.
That Friday, he suffered yet another grueling defeat by Melinda, who was now doing her annoying victory dance for her Blue Shell kill. Bailey, on the other hand, sat there in uncharacteristically loud silence. She had the look of someone thinking hard on a subject she didn't want anyone else to know, and it wasn't until Melinda knocked over her beer did she snap out of it.
"Hey, you ok?" Asked Chris, putting down his controller as Melinda rushed to the kitchen for napkins. "I'm use to you demanding the controller between rounds, but you've barely said anything tonight. What's up?"
Bailey looked up, shocked for a moment at the bluntness before breathing in deep and calming her nerves. "Baby? Can we talk to him about it now?" The sound in her voice was more like asking permission for a cookie before dinner, but as Melinda walked back in, her demeanor turned into that of a deer in headlights.
"I was going to wait until he had a few more beers in him, but I guess now is a good of a time as ever." She seemed more annoyed than resigned as she walked over and began to mop up the beer now staining their carpet. "Just try not to freak him out."
Chris looked between the two women, the air in the room seeming to grow tense as he sat back in his seat. "Whats wrong? You guys need money or something?"
Bailey immediately shook her head, her demeanor jumping straight into surprise at the mention of money. "No, no, nothing like that. Our jobs are keeping us comfortable and happy. It's more like..."
"You remember how my sister came by the other day with my niece?" Began Melinda as she saw Hailey starting to hesitate in her request. "Well, Bailey has been wanting to be a mom for about as long as I've known her and that was kind of the last straw."
Chris looked between them both as he began to get an idea of what was going on. "Sooo... you guys are adopting and need a letter of recommendation or something?"
The room just seemed to grow more tense as both of their faces just kept getting brighter with redness by the second. "Wewantyoutogetmepregnant!" Blurted out Bailey, her eyes filled with embarressment, and yet determination at the same time. The words were jumbled together so much that Chris took a moment to understand what she said before his eyes widened slightly.
The room fell deathly quiet as he looked between Bailey, who stared at him unblinkingly in anticipation, while Melinda kept her eyes trained on the beer soaked wrag in her hand. A moment more and he took a deep breath, opening his mouth to answer her when Bailey began to rant quick to cut him off.
"You won't have to do anything more than that, we would take care of the baby and make sure their surrounded with love, you can see them as much as you want cause I would never hold that away from you, we'd never ask for any child support or anything and we only really trust you with this kind of thing and-"
"Baby, chill," came Melinda as she tried to pull her wife from the tailspin she was falling through. "You just said all that in one breath and I think you're scaring him more than convincing." Bailey, now gasping a bit from the sudden rant, took Melinda's hand as she sat next to her. "What she means to say is, we really want this and don't really trust anyone else."
Chris sat there for a moment longer, looking between them both before nodding lightly. "Ok. I can do that, as long as you two are OK with it being me-"
"WE ARE!" Bailey started, her embarressment being replaced with excited relief. They both stared at her for a moment longer before laughter filled the room. The sound seeming to cut through the tenseness of the conversation like a knife through butter.
Sitting back in his seat, he sighed long and hard before nodding to them both. "So," he said, not really knowing how to start this without being blunt, "when did you want to-"
"Right now!" Exclaimed Bailey as she reached down and lifted her shirt over her head. Standing there in a black sports bra and shorts, her embarressment all but evaporated, replaced with a happy bounce. Chris and Melinda both looked up at her surprised for a moment before looking to each other. "What? I'm ovulating today and if we don't do this now, I might not get the nerve to go through with it later."
