The Beautiful Life
We had just found out that we were having a baby girl, and we were lounging on the couch, eating Chinese while we brainstormed baby names.
“How about Cara?” she suggested as she gobbled on the Lo Mein noodles, looking happily satisfied.
Definitely not. “I already call you cara as one of my endearments. I don’t want our child to confuse herself whilst growing up.”
She sighed before belching out loud. “Ooops. That seriously just came out of nowhere.”
“Uh-huh,” I said incredulously. “I guess the same goes with your gastrointestinal problem?”
She smacked my head with a pillow. “Hey, you were the one who asked for this baby, so back off with your little remarks, buddy.”
I snorted, laughing out loud. “It’s okay that you’re gassy and you fart when you least expect it.” I was referring to her “incident” at Stella and Callum’s baby shower.
“Blake Knightly!” She reddened from embarrassment.
Bending over to kiss her burgeoning belly, I whispered to my daughter, “That, my dear love, is your mother. She’s a tad wonky, but we’re going to love her either way. But I’m warning you, she’s quite a handful, this beautiful, gorgeous mother of yours.”
“Mock me all you want,” she said in a warning tone, “but I’m not giving you sex for a week. Now how’s that for wonky?”
Bloody Hell. “I get hard when you lie, cara.”
“Try me,” she taunted.
“You bet your lovely arse I will. I’m going to devour you all night long.”
THE END