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“I have something you can eat.”

“Can I cook it first?” She asks, waggling her eyebrows at me with a comical seduction.

“My dick? Anything but that baby.”

“Awww damn.” She pouts, sticking out her lower lip.

“You had better not be teaching our daughter that trick when she gets here.”

“Oh yeah. Or what?”

“You do know I’m a big, bad, serial killer, right?” I laugh, grabbing her and holding her back to my front.

I wrap my arms around her belly, lifting it up to give her back a break from carrying the weight around all day, making her sigh and lean against me.

“Ooh I’m so scared.”

“Shaking in your shoes?”

“From you? Nah.”

“Good, because I’m more scared of you. You’re crazy.”

Yeah she is, even more so than you.

“Damn straight.”