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"what the hell are you doing?" vinnie yell whisepered rubbing his eyes walking into the kitchen in his boxers, still processing waking up.
"the moving people are coming tomorrow." she said putting stuff on top of the counter. "can you put pants on? its going into our vlog."
"baby. its 3 in the morning, i hear shit coming from the kitchen, i dont see you—i swore you got kidnapped and the kidnapper came into the kitchen and started to take my cups." he said. "why?"
"because we make a living off vlogs...babe, the moving people are going to take these cabinets and this bar cart, and the wine cooler, and theres things inside. they cant take the counter."
"oh...yea youre smart." he said and started to help her, trying to carry as many cups as he could so he could go to bed with his wife again. "im not putting on pants."
"thats too many. youre going to drop one." she said anxiously.
"have some faith in me." he said and she turned around to continue and then hearing the sound of glass hitting the floor. they both froze, praying that the baby didnt wake up. they stood for maybe 30 seconds, no cry, and continued. then after maybe a minute the baby started crying.
"ill get her." said y/n walking upstairs to the baby's room and coming back downstairs with the baby in her arms, teary eyed but calm.
"hi babygirl." smiled vinnie. the baby kept pushing its head into y/n's cleavage, signifying she was hungry. "just like daddy."
"vinnie." scolded y/n. "can you finish up? while i feed her."
"of course baby, sit down." he said while continuing to move the cups and wine bottles onto the counter. it took him maybe 5 minutes to finish up and y/n started to burp the baby.
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