"Aye, mami! Come here," Chris demanded, being the needy boyfriend he is. You did as he wished, but warily.
As you got within his reach, he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, since you were taking a long time.
"Stop taking so long, Jesus!" He whined, with the face of a 4 year old that lost their favourite toy. You easily teased him, which he hated.
"Or what?" You challenged, regretfully.
"Or I'll do this." He said, before tickling you vigorously. You laughed loudly, snorting also. You hated your laugh because it was so obnoxious, but Chris loved it.
He continued to tickle you, though you were short of air. You grabbed his hands and tried to stop him, which didn't work.
"Say 'Chris is my future baby daddy' and I'll let you go!" He stated, with a smirk on his face.
You denied his request, which made him proceed tickling you. You carried on giggling and trying to squirm out of his grip.
"Okay! Chris is my future baby mama." You joked, laughing even more at your ridiculous pun.
Chris, on the other hand, was not amused by your comment one ounce. His face was straight, he looked confused.
"Boy, you messed up." He claimed.
"Don't! Chris is my future baby daddy." You mimicked. He stopped tickling you and snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug.
You hugged him back, whilst panting for breath still.
"and I love him very much." You finished, earning an 'i love you' from Chris.
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I HAVE TO RUN 1000 METRES TOMORROW PLEASE BLESS ME
