Vic;
"Stop it, hoe." I groaned and pulled the comforter over my head. Mike had me straddled, poking me over and over with his drum sticks.
"Good morning, Viccy-Poo." He said in a singing tone before he kissed me through the comforter. "It's time to get your little butt out of bed."
"No it isn't." I groaned.
"Come on my sweet, beautiful husband. Get up and give me a kiss." He said as he tugged on the comforter, pulling it away from my face. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me sweetly.
"Mmm. I love you." He mumbled against my lips before he pulled away. I smiled and leaned up, kissing his nose.
"I love you, too."
He smiled as his nose nuzzled mine. "You are perfect."
"Nu-uh. I think you're the perfect one, darling." I said before I rolled us over to where I was straddling him. I look over at the clock to see its only seven.
"You woke me up at seven?" I asked as I playfully gritted my teeth. He chuckled and covered his face with his hands.
"Don't hurt me. I only wanted a kiss." He said. I giggled and moved his hands away from his mouth, kissing him softly. After I pulled away he smiled at me and tucked my hair behind my ears.
"You taste like cookies and cigarettes." I said. He chuckled and pecked my lips.
"Go take a shower, Victor."
"Shut it, Michael."
He chuckled and I hopped off him. I took my shirt off and threw it at him. "Never call me Victor again."
"Alright... Victor." He teased and then chuckled. I flipped him off before going into the bathroom to take a shower.
As I was getting the shampoo out of my hair, Mike came into the bathroom. He chuckled as he opened the shower curtain.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He chuckled as he poked my ass with his drumstick.
"Mikey! Go away!" I screeched. He snickered.
"I will break your drumstick!" I threatened. He chuckled and stopped.
"You. Are. Terrible." I said, shaking my head.
"How?"
"Trying to stick a drumstick up your husbands ass."
He chuckled. "I was not."
"Mikey, we need serious talk." I said.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't take my drumsticks."
"No, I mean seriously. We've been married for three months now, and I really want us to maybe... have a baby."
"Oh. Seriously?" He asked. I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying my hair.
"Yeah. Do you maybe want to?" I asked. He shrugged and pecked my lips.
"Yeah. Sure. It sounds like it'd be fun."
"Really?"
"Uh huh." He said before he kissed my neck softly.
"Just because I'm standing here naked doesn't mean you're going to get lucky, Mikey."
"Why not?"
"Because I just got out of the shower. Now go away." I whined. He pulled away from me and kissed my nose.
"Alright alright. I'm going. But you better hurry if you want food." He said before he left the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at him as I smiled.
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So... Do you guys want Vic and Mike to adopt, or Vic gets pregnant?
