Annie watched Benji, ever abuzz with a hum of energy, his eyes full of light, and she felt the familiar flutter in her stomach, the warmth coursing through her body. She still—probably more so, now—had an embarrassingly overwhelming crush on him. Grinning stupidly, she finally chimed, "Oh! It's literally just, like, a dozen burritos. I was gonna call and take orders, but then I wanted it to be a surprise, but then I didn't know what everyone liked, so I just...got one of every kind on the menu. I have to be the coolest and most fun wife of anyone here. It's an imperative."
Eyeing Charlie warily as she contemplated Benji's offer, Annie's smile faltered only slightly, but she quickly decided that, logically, Charlie was likely the happiest she was ever going to be, and her grin gamely returned. "I would love to come in," she nodded eagerly. "I can tell everyone about the insane amounts of s-e-x we have, definitely. For sure. I would be thrilled to do that." Annie whisked her hair away from her face dramatically, as if slipping into a role. "Wait—no one here has a baby, right? Like, no one's gonna know any better that it's, like, Frankenstein's monster under all this?"
"You really are my dream girl." Benji stated with warmth, "And you're definitely the entire staff's dream girl too. It's also probably for the best, can't ever give them too many options. They're all existentialists who are cannabis enthusiasts... It's not a good mix when you pass around a lunch menu." Benji gently rubbed Charlie's back, relieved to feel her body relax as she'd adjusted to her new environment. This is how it had been long after the six-week mark, a baby between them. And that wasn't a complaint by any stretch — simply an observation of their reality, a new reality.
"I personally think you're keepin', it, like, real tight under there. That c-section scar is no match to a little Aveeno and some deep tissue massage." Benji replied sagely. "It's definitely nothing compared to the personal Vietnam Katie went through giving birth. They gave her one of those, y'know, the Ecclesiastes, where they cut you from your v to your p? Yeah. Just sheered her taint right off. It was just one big hole. Type of shit you just can't look away from. Connor's head was too big! Luckily, this big-headed b-word came out of your belly button instead. Saved you a whole different kind of trauma." He bristled briefly at the memory, but quickly rebounded and regained his composure. "I do understand that they could have put your organs back in the wrong spot. I swear I heard your heart beating on the wrong side the other day. Who's to say!"







