6 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these six wonderful prompts and I have decided to make them into a mini continuing story following on from the last mini continuing story I did for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂




“It’s called gustation.”, I informed Al who was barely listening.

“What is babe?”

“When you taste something.”

“Pregnancy making you eat the dictionary?”, he smiled.

I grinned.

“I need to be reading something between calls at the office!”

“You need to be resting Nick. Not been in a bloody office!”

“I’m pregnant dude. Not dying!”

“Even so … so hit me with another one?”

“OK, sternutation?”

“You when the cookies are gone.”, he laughed.

“I get it, stern. Well you know, I have me cravings. The baby or babies is hungry …”

“You are blaming the baby … or babies … too much!”, he laughed.

“So go, what is it?”


“Jeez, these big words, my god!”, he laughed.

“But I like the meaning of the first one.”, he said pulling me close and kissing me passionately and for just under an hour we began a gustation of each other’s mouths.


In response to Linda’s prompt:




Road Trip With Michael


My mate Michael was panicking more than I was!

“Michael, Al’s number is in my phone. Call him when they take me in.”

Michael was currently driving me to the hospital after my waters broke while he was over at our house.

“Why is he doing overtime today of all days?!”, he mumbled.

“Money for the baby or babies.”, I replied between breathing exercises.

“Oh god, are you OK?”

“Fine! Now just keep your eyes on the road mate!”

“I am, I am … jesus.”

We arrive at the hospital and Michael, sweat-covered, helps me over to the doctor.

“My mate is going to give birth.”, Michael says urgently.

“And where’s your mate?”, the doctor says.

Michael raises an eyebrow.

“Beside me.”

The doctor’s face turns smug and they smile.

“Now come on lads, we’ve got numerous cases, serious cases here, women really giving birth …”

“But he is giving birth …”, Michael begins.

“I’d like you both to leave the car park immediately or I’ll have to call security.”

At this stage I’ve had it up to here with pain and this underqualified douchebag is getting on my nerves.

“I’m fucking trans!”, I shout.


“I got here as soon as I could babe!”, Alan said, rushing into my room.

“They wouldn’t let me in. Thought I was a nutter when I said my husband was in labour.”, he said, taking my hand.

“It’s OK, it’s a weird hospital honey … did you see them?”

He smiled.

“Through the window of the incubator room. They both look so adorable. And small.”

“Yeah, I thought that too. Thought something was wrong. They assured me everything was alright. Then I fell asleep.”

“They told me you were resting so I nipped down the shops and got you a few things in. Diet Coke, couple of magazines. You need to relax. You’ve just popped two sprogs out.”

From the look on his face I could tell that he was very proud of that fact.


In response to Linda’s prompt:




Coming Home


“So yeah, they forgot the T in LGBTQ+ again.”, I moaned when we reached our kitchen.

“I never forget the T in it or the other tea in fact either. I’ll pop on the kettle Nicky.”

We sat down with our two newborns Morgan and Eden. We picked two gender neutral names and were raising them both non-binary. When they were older they could decide but for now that seemed the most normal thing to do.

I held Eden in my arms feeding them their bottle while Al held Morgan and was feeding them their bottle. And we waited for the tea to boil.


In response to Linda’s prompt:






Sometimes I just go into the nursery and watch my two babies sleeping. Most of the time they can be “noisy little sprogs” as Al says but sometimes they are calm and peaceful giving their Daddies a moment’s peace. Watching the beating of their little hearts always makes my own heart swell up with joy and pride. I get it now when people say it’s the little moments in life …


Al comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“They are out like a log.”, he says, smiling softly.

“For now!”, I laugh, gently so as not to wake them.

And I look back down at their sleeping little frames and think the most important organ is the heart.

I think to myself,

I will always protect you two little Rugrats. Never be ashamed of who you are for one moment like my own Dad was. You two are my world, in my heart always and if anyone tries to harm either of you they’ll have me and Al to deal with. And unlike your sweet little hearts and faces, it won’t be pretty.

In response to Linda’s prompt:




Work Call


I was back at work after giving birth. Duties here seemed easy after that marathon! Later on Michael was set to babysit Morgan and Eden. So me and Al had a romantic meal planned at the new restaurant down the road from our house. It was called Elm Bay. Two three letter words so a nice snappy title that was easy to remember when anyone asked if I had plans for the weekend.

The phone rings.

“Hello, Millerfield’s Information Centre, how can I help you?”

“Is that Nicholas there?”

I grin.

“Is that Alan from sales? What can we do for you?”

“Nothing much. I was just wondering if you could check a few things out for me …”

No one’s around so I decide to play along.

“I believe it shouldn’t be too much trouble …”


“It would be my pleasure to help you out in any way I can Sir.”

“Well you see Nicholas, may I call you Nick or Nicky?”

“I’m afraid that’s against company rules Sir?”

“Call me Al or is that against company rules too?”

“The customer’s always right Al.”, I laughed.

“What are you wearing?”, he teased, seductively.

“Oh Sir, that’s definitely against company rules!”

“What? To wear clothes Nicholas? Your company sounds fun!”

Jim from accounts came down the stairs.

“Well I shall deal with your enquiry straightaway.”

Al took the hint.

“OK, talk to you later babe.”


“Busy?”, Jim smiled.

“Oh, an odd phone call here and there.”, I grinned.


In response to Linda’s prompt:




Elm Bay


“A late supper.”, I smiled to Al as we sat down to have our meal at Elm Bay.

“Hope it ain’t too expensive.”, I added, picking up the menu.

“Do me a favour tonight?”


“Stop worrying about money. We don’t get out much lately.”

“OK, OK.”, I smiled.

We ordered in our meals. Two beef dishes with all the trimmings. When we had finished, Al said with a wink,

“Let’s skip desert.”

I laughed.

“You always wanted to say that, haven’t you?”

“Pretty much.”, he grinned.

But we had chocolate fudge cake and then went for a later desert of each other’s bodies in the alleyway. The most daring thing I ‘d ever done. Somehow doubt it was the most daring thing Al had! But it was super fun indeed!


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