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“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” Ты mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the постель, кровати a little more.
“Did Ты remember the football?” Ты ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll Любовь it.”
“Yeah…” Ты mumble.
“Before Ты fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, Показ Ты a black box.
Ты open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I Любовь it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”