Cullen
Rachel has been getting really sick lately.
I looked over at her.
Rachel leaned her head against her hand.
She groaned as Cullen Jr. jumped on her.
"Hey, buddy. What's up?"
"One of the big guys wants to teach me to fight. Can I fight with him?"
"Yes." I answered.
"No." Rachel answered.
"Come on. Let the kid fight. He's fine."
"If he gets hurt, it's gonna be on you."
"Then I guess I'm just gonna have to take care of him."
"I guess you will."
"It's good for him to start growing muscles."
"He's six, not eight, Cullen."
"Ugh. He'll be fine, Rachel."
"Can I, Mommy?"
"Go."
Junior ran off.
"I told you, Rachel."
"Zip it, witch. I didn't ask for your opinion."
"You just don't tend to listen to anybody."
"That's the point, Eleanor. Every person is a free person."
"Do you realize how many fruits your Wife's been eating?" The chef asked me.
"Well... It doesn't really matter. At least, she eats unlike the women I deal with."
"I heard that."
"Oh, well. It's true. I mean it in the best way. I love that you eat. The women I deal with are desperate for affection. As to why I bring you with me. Show them that I'm taken. Speaking of, would it kill you to slide your rings back on?"
"No."
"Then please do it before I get back tonight."
"Mm-hmm."
"When should I start preparing Dinner, sir?"
"5."
"Got it, sir."
I kissed Rachel with her kissing me back.
I walked out of the Kitchen.
I saw Junior and Felix wrestling around.
"Go easy on him. He's six, Felix."
"Uh... He's fine."
"Uh-huh. And he better continue to look fine. Or you won't. Understand now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
"Bye, Daddy."
"Bye, buddy."
Felix grunted as Junior punched him in the groin.
I laughed, walking out.
Rachel
A big guy came in.
He was clutching his groin.
"That kid is smart."
I laughed.
"Mommy, I got him!"
I laughed, picking Junior up.
