_Henry's POV_
"Hello Abraham. Let me be the first to apolo.." I began; sauntering out into the kitchen the following morning. "Ah. Save your breath. It's not like you haven't walked in on me," he replied; waving me off. "Yes, but I'm your fath.." I sighed. "Yes yes, and there's simply some aspects of your life that you shouldn't be sharing with your son. It's a little too late for that now, isn't it?" He chuckled. I felt my cheeks grown undeniably warm, and he set his spatula down to give me an affectionate pat on the back. "Don't worry about it," he smiled. "Now, how was it?" He wondered; leaning against the kitchen counter, and directing his gaze towards me. "Excellent. As always," I reticently murmured. "She has quite a libido," he grinned. "You're telling me," I said; stepping to his right, and obtaining a glass from the cupboard with which to fill with orange juice. "I suppose that is a good thing considering the fact that we're trying to conceive," I added; setting the orange juice carton back on the top shelf of the refrigerator. "Hey Henry.." Jo began; tapping my shoulder. She must have heard some of what we've said, because her cheeks are fairly rosy. "Hello Love, how can I help you?" I smiled. "Have you seen my panties? Or slacks? " She whispered; tugging down on her lavender blouse. "No. Would you settle for boxer shorts, and a longer shirt?" I responded; receiving a head nod, and bidding Abe a temporary adieu. (Thank the lord it is Saturday. The poor thing couldn't go to work in shorts and one of my shirts.)
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