Hungry Like The Wolf.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Hey, Hey! Woah, what’s going on, babe?
I’m in a lot of pain. Ow ow ow ow.
P-Pain? you? Oh no…Uh..what’s going on? Is it the baby?
……Really?
Not unsexy at all. Nope. Still very, very sexy. Besides…
Really, yes. But sadly, you guessed right. It’s my birthday.
I don’t feel sexy with this huge lump housing our son where my abs used to be and my boobs feeling like over blown up balloons.
YAY. I’m getting you a cake, babe. …..But..Well, alright.
Yep. You only act jittery like that if there’s something going on that you don’t like. Birthday seemed to fit this time.
Hey. Hey. Birthday sex? *wiggles brow*
Hey, I could have been in labour, or Gossip Girl might have been cancelled.
I’m a whale, love…..an really unsexy whale…
……Really? Not unsexy at all. Nope. Still very, very sexy. Besides…
Guessing, gorgeous.
So, out of 365 days of the year, you just happened to guess that my birthday is 20th of May?
And now you’ve made me admit it.
Yep. You only act jittery like that if there’s something going on that you don’t like. Birthday seemed to fit this time. Hey. Hey. Birthday sex? *wiggles brow*
Operation: Get through today without anyone wishing me a happy birthday is a go.
HEY YOU. HEARD IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY. HAAAAAPPYYYY BIRTHDAY!
….Um, how did you know?
Guessing, gorgeous.
Operation: Get through today without anyone wishing me a happy birthday is a go.
HEY YOU. HEARD IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY. HAAAAAPPYYYY BIRTHDAY!
Someone get this kid to stop. I’ll kiss you if you manage it. Or if you find grown up Ben and drag him here for cuddles.
My son, the soccer star. *beams*
Ironic and creepy at the same time.
Mr.Todd. Gotta love him.
Ah, c’mere, baby.. *pulls her into his arms with a quiet sigh*
*cuddles close* He wrote her everyday for a year!
Did he now, love? *rubs her belly slowly, humming softly*
Yeah, he did. And the ferris wheel! *smiles at the belly rubbing, Benjamin kicking like hell*
What about the ferris wheel?
