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Dak 🏈

My love
Do you ever dream of
Candy coated rain drops
You're the same
My candy rain

That's what I heard the next day, along with the sound of the shower turning off. I sit up on my elbows, looking toward the bathroom attached to Kimberly's bedroom.

Soon the door opened. Kimberly walked out with a towel wrapped around her and a towel to dry off her hair.

"Hey you." She said.

"Hi." I say.

She smiled at me.

"The kids are at school. No mommy duties until later on. The day is all ours." She exclaimed, crawling onto the bed.

"Really?" I say.

"Mhm." She said, biting her lower lip.

"So do you ever dream of candy coated rain drops?" I ask.

She laughed. I smile.

"Sometimes I do. I imagine me eating the candy." She said.

"What kind of candy is it?" I ask.

"Jolly Ranchers, Now or Laters, Airhead Bites, Gummy Bears, Life Savers, Nerds, Lemonheads, Sour Skittles, Swedish Fish, Mike and Ike, oh and Sour Patch Kids." She exclaims.

"Why did they have to be sour skittles?" I ask.

"Because that's my mood 24/7." She said.

I laugh.

"Nothing new." I say.

"Exactly." She said.

I playfully roll my eyes.

"So what are we planning on doing today?" I ask.

She shrugs.

"I guess we're just gonna lay here then." I say.

"I guess so." She said.

She folds her arms on my bare chest, looking up at me with a smile.

"What's up?" I say.

"I'm just happy I got my man back." She said, leaving a soft kiss on my chin.

I smile back at her. She picked at my beard.

"My love." She said, running her thumbs over my eyebrows.

I pucker my lips, earning a kiss from her. She kissed me again, deepening it by the second. She then pulls away.

"You do know you're still in a towel right?" I say.

"Mhm." She said.

I smirk.

"You must want me to rearrange your guts again." I say.

"So glad you noticed." She said.

I laugh.

This girl is a trip.

*****

"Babe guess what?" Kimberly exclaimed.

"What?" I say.

"What?" She said.

"What?" I say.

"What?" She said.

"Kimberly." I say.

She laughs.

"You play too much." I say.

"I find my personality very rare." She said.

"No, you are very rare. You just act different." I say.

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