"I'm home, pretty lady!" Spencer sang as he passed through the front door, sliding off his jacket and revealing his Home Depot button up work shirt.

"Good for you!" A sarcastic mimic floated in from the T.V. room. "Be useful and make frozen pizza."

"You would be such a great wife." Spencer rolled his eyes with a small smile as he approached Mae in all her glory.

There she lay, her chocolate curls sprawled out like Medusa, her short limbs were drowning in Spencer's high school Lacross sweatshirt which was now covered in Cheeto dust.

"Go ahead and wife me up, Spence. You already got me pregnant!" She sassed, popping a finger into her mouth and licking off the orange cheese dust. 

"Shut up, loser." Spencer giggled, flopping onto the couch next to her. 

Right as Spencer sunk into the brown couch, Mae let our a strangled yelp, the half-empty bag of Cheetos sliding to the floor.

Spencer immidetly sat up straight, placing both his hands on the side of Mae's face which was contorted in pain.

"Somethings wrong." She croaked, letting out another yelp as her hand