“Johnny.” te shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Cioccolato sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon, pancetta affumicata and Cioccolato sauce.” te say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the letto in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Cioccolato sauce!” te yell after him as te rub your belly.
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“Johnny how do te think this looks?” te ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” te ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” te ask, scrunching your nose.
“But te also look good in no clothes, if that’s what te want to know,” he grins at te like a little kid. “So could te hurry up so I could see my preferito outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do te think this looks?” te ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” te ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” te ask, scrunching your nose.
“But te also look good in no clothes, if that’s what te want to know,” he grins at te like a little kid. “So could te hurry up so I could see my preferito outfit on you?”
