Stan fished a french fry out of the bottom of the bag. "We'd keep it, duh." He laughed.
I flopped on the bed and looked at him upside down. "I'm underweight. I have a heart disease. I would never be able to carry a child, anyway. It'd die, or I'd die. Or we both would die."
"And I'd die too," Stan frowned, kissing me. "How could I live without you?"
I smiled.
"We need to have a condom next time." I whispered. In the heat of the moment we both sort of forgot.
"Thought you were on the pill," He shrugged. I hit him hard.
"That's bullshit, the only pill I take are heart regulators." I smirked.
He bit my finger. "Do you regret it?"
"Sleeping with you?"
"Yeah..." He bit a hangnail.
"No, of course not! Why? Do you?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"No, it's just, I wish it would've been more romantic. It was your first time and I just...Nevermind."
He plopped his face on my pillow and I rolled over so I was nose to nose with him.
"Baby. It was perfect. You're the perfect person for me, and it was a perfect moment. You know I love you, right?"
He didn't answer, but I could see him grinning through the pillow.
"Right?!" I asked him, whacking him with another pillow.
Stan laughed and pulled me closer until we were in a full on make out session. His hand was creeping up my shirt when I heard someone loudly clearing their throat.
"AHEMMM." Andre said from the doorway.
Stan quickly pushed away from me in a weak attempt to look innocent, while Andre tried not to laugh.
"Listen, sweetie. I gotta get back home, work emergency. I'm flying back in a few weeks to check on you," Andre said, pulling me off the bed with a hug. "I love and miss you already."
"I love you too," I cheesed at him.
I wish we'd gotten more time together growing up.
"And you," Andre pointed at Stan, who had his hands folded in his lap like a good little boy. Andre laughed. "Take care of my sister, or I'll take your dick and feed it to Jipper."
"Who's Jipper?" Stan asked with wide eyes.
"Jipper is his pet miniature snapping turtle he's had since he was 12," I explained, giggling.
"O-oh, okay. Sir, yes sir." Stan saluted Andre.
Andre pulled him into a bro-hug. "I like this guy. Don't let 'em get away," Andre smiled at me before walking out of the door.
