"Eric, pull over. There's a toy store over there, pull over!"

"Babe, aren't you still sore?"

"I feel better when I am moving. Come on, I want to go shopping with my boyfriend!"

"So, what are we looking for?"

"Isn't it obvious? We are looking for the perfect toy boat and airplane for bathroom play."

"Julia, seriously, it was a childish, ridiculous dream and it didn't mean anything and frankly it was a little embarrassing and I don't exactly want to relive it."

Julia holds Eric's hand and opens the store door and drags him in, "Your dream was a precious, sweet and a healthy response to my mom invading our space. I was terrified what you were going to say when I asked about the dream you had about my mom. You are the sweetest boyfriend and I just love the innocence."

Julia looks down the baby toy aisle looking for rubber boats and planes. Eric rubs his elbow uncomfortably, "Isn't this kinda embarrassing? What if someone sees us? What will they think?"

"Probably the same thing the other women thought when you were in the gynecologist waiting room with me. A sweet supportive boyfriend is with his girlfriend. We are picking up toys for a baby shower or birthday."

Julia picks up a pink airplane. "Oh, I love the texture of this one. Eric feel that!"

Eric whispers, "You really want to go through with this pretending to be two and having bathtime together. It's not like we have someone babysitting us now."

Julia smiles, "You're absolutely right. We need to alter the story plot a little. How is this? We are Adam and Eve meeting for the first time. God drops us off in a bathtub with baby toys so we can have a nice relaxed introduction visit!" Eric and Julia laugh uncontrollably and everyone in the store wonders just what their problem is.

Julia steps inside her apartment, waits for Eric to follow her, locks her door and kicks out of her sweatpants and panties. Eric watches her bare butt and hips sway and underbutt crease define and undefine itself with each step. Julia puts a towel on her couch then the cold compress and eases herself down. Right on cue Julia's mother calls and Eric runs over to deliver her phone in her purse.

"Hey, Mom, I just got home. No, Eric had a doctor's visit too and we went shopping after that. Just apartment supplies to make everything seem more comfortable. Yeah, I am still sore, I know a hot bath will help, we will probably take one later. I meant me and then him. Oh, my gosh, Mom, stop fishing for information, we only have one bathroom here, I misspoke. Eric is fine, he is waving hello back to you. Mom, his doctor was soooo mean to him. I had to beg her to let me give Eric his shot because she wouldn't stop belittling him. Mom stop apologizing about it, Eric forgives you, just call next time. How's Dad and the little boogerhead? What??? You are kidding. He got in trouble for writing a story about a cheerleader who never wears panties and uses a baby thermometer. Interesting...looks like I moved out just in time. Ok, Mom, I gotta go I am getting another call... Ok, sorry, Mom. Gotta go, bye!"