Mmm. [She grabs his hand and tugs him down to lie next to her. She demands cuddles. Dinner and cradle-fixing aren't penance enough for bailing on her, and certainly not enough to make up for the lack of sex ever since she told him about the pregnancy.
This close, though, she can smell the reek on his clothes, no longer covered up by the delicious smells of food. She coughs and pushes him away.] You stink. Go take a shower.
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This close, though, she can smell the reek on his clothes, no longer covered up by the delicious smells of food. She coughs and pushes him away.] You stink. Go take a shower.