Every since that argument me and Daniel had I've realized that he has been doing better at staying at home with me. Even now and then he sneaks out, but overall he's been really there for me.
"Hey babe I'm back,"He said.
"Hey handsome,"I said.
"What you two doing?"he asked.
"Just chilling,"I said looking and rubbing my stomach.
"Well are you girls hungry?"he asked.
"Are we?"I asked surprised that he even asked us that.
"Well let me go make y'all something to eat,"he said.
"Make?"I asked,"So you cooking today?"
"Yea why not?"he asked.
"I don't know I just haven't seen you cook before,"I said.
He went into the kitchen and I just watched him search for everything. I can't believe he's actually doing this. He never cooks and I'm scared.
"What you making?"I asked.
"Chicken wings,"he said.
"Chicken wings?"I asked giggling,"But baby that's not a meal."
"Says who?"he said.
"You have to cook something to go with it babe,"I said.
"How about you?"he said.
"Meeee?"I said.
"Pussy and chicken has never been a bad combination to me,"he said.
"You so nastyyyyy,"I said making a stank face.
"You know they say sex while pregnant helps move the labor quicker,"he said.
"How?"I asked.
"You're six months so if we start having sex it helps push the baby out so when nine months come you'll have quicker labor than most women,"he said.
"And when did you get so logical?"I asked.
"My mother did my sister like that,"he said,"That's why she fast now cause they basically taught her sex while she was still in the womb."
"Oh wow well thanks for that info,"I said.
"Sooooo,"he said putting the chicken in the sink,"How about we start with an appetizer."
"Nooo babe move,"I whined as he kissed my neck,"I'm not in the mood."
"Come on it'll be quick,"he said.
"Why would you want to have sex with all of this?"I asked.
"I married all of this didn't I?"he asked.
"Yea but I'm fat,"I said.
"Well you look sexy with all that chubbiness,"he said.
"Hahaha,"I laughed sarcastically,"Whatever I'm not in the mood for sex."
"Come on you bullshitting,"he complained.
"How about you go make us something to eat and maybe I'll think about it,"I suggested.
"Okay,"he agreed.
He went back into the kitchen to finish cooking and when he was done we ate and luckily he forgot about it. Chicken always mess up the thinking process.
"You okay?"I asked.
"I'm tired,"he said.
"Figured,"I said laughing.
