The room smelled terrible.
"Emily, sweet tea, can you please provide me with some flatulence? I need this room to smell good for the party!"
"I don't know, honey. I'll try my best."
Emily let out a loud whoop. The room smelled like key lime pie. They both breathed in and inhaled the new "fresh" scent.
"Ahhh..."
They sighed together happily. The door bell rang a minute later. Raj and Lois came in with their baby Rita who was crying. She was barely a week old.
"Hey there, aunties," said Baby Rita.
"Hi Fetus Rita, how are you? Oh gooji gooji gooji goo...you're so freakishingly freakingly freaking adorable," said Amy.
"I'm fine. But you don't have to call me Fetus Rita anymore- I've upgraded to Baby Rita."
Raj and Lois were a strange Mexican couple. They loved tacos, but not just any tacos. No, every Taco Tuesday, they drove to Taco Bell and ordered the juiciest tacos that made them gassy. Lactose-intolerant Baby Rita, on the other hand, only drank milk.
"Come on, hija, it's time for your dinner," said Raj.
"Give her to me. I'll her take to the room and breastfeed her," said Lois.
"No, Mamá, por favor! I hate your milk! It tastes...crusty. I want to drink the milk made from the powder."
"I'm sorry, Baby Rita. I forgot to bring it. You must drink my milk. I'll even give you the pink straw if you want."
Baby Rita was too tired to argue.
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Amily
ParanormalWARNING: There are female non-heterosexuals in this story. There is also sexual content, such as climbing trees.
