Pure mind vomit about to come up…

He turned to her with that look in his eyes, the look that said ‘I love you’. He didn’t even have to say it, his face said it all, it always did.

“Some days I want to open your legs, climb into your vagina, into your uterus and clutch our unborn child, embracing it with all that I’ve got,” he said passionately, dropping to his knees and carressing her thighs lightly. “You…” he breathed, taking a beep breath in, “…You smell good today,” he looked up.

She smiled her thanks, snuggling her face against an old toy doll that used to be her sister’s, one that looked like an authetic baby.

Licking its rubber face and squeezing its tummy that was filled with something heavy to make it seem more real.

“Please don’t lick our baby when it comes, though,” he said, looking ever so slightly worried. “What you’re doing now is fine but not to the baby, not to our baby, please.”

“Have you ever wondered what newborns taste of? Like…the fluid that they’re covered in when they come out?”

“NO I HAVEN’T, JULIA!” he bellowed, standing up quickly and turning away from her. “Why must you bring this up at such a time…” he looked back, turning his head but leaving his body where it was, “….why must yooou?”

She dropped the baby, letting it thud to the ground, and put a hand to her mouth, walking over to her lover. “I’m terribly sorry…I wasn’t thinking when I spoke….are you okay?”

A glistening tear fell from his face, leaving a trail behind like a tiny tear snail trail. “That midwife, I knew she wasn’t qualified….who licks dead babies, Julia…TELL ME, WHO LICKS DEAD BABIES?!”

“SHE’S DEAD NOW, MUMFRED, SHE’S DEAD!”

“I wonder….” he said, clutching Julia’s hand that rested on his shoulder. “How many licks does it take to get to the yummy centre of a foetus?”

Her face: confused and worried. “Why are yo—”

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a children’s lolly, the gummy kind on a stick that was covered with sugar. It was the shape of a pink foetus. “This baby…technically it is dead…no heart beat, no movement.”

The look on her face still remained.

“Lick…the…baby,” he commanded.