We're A Happy Family. Scumbag Flash Fiction

It was Toni's lucky day. After circling the block fives times, he pulled the Nova into a parking space with a couple minutes left on the meter. "Score!" he thought, looking toward Denise. The 'I told you' stuck to his lips, held in place by the dead-eyed stare of Denise sitting silently in the passenger seat. Any idea of victory, regardless of how small, was fleeting.
In the final weeks of pregnancy, Denise was tired, bloated and focused on making her baby's room perfect. "Listen," Denise said, "we don't have all day." In the back seat was Toni's Peavey bass guitar and amp. "Ask for Mr. Brice. He was nice on the phone," Denise said. Back at her mother's, an empty den waited for the crib, rocker, and changing table that would make them a family in her still teen mind. He was in and out just like that, nothing special about it. Money in pocket, Toni turned over the 250cc straight six and headed for Baby-Mart. He had yet to realize it, but there would be no more rock n roll.