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“Johnny.” u shake him. “Johnny.

He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”

“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”

“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”

“Apparently tacos with spek and chocolate sauce.” u say.

“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.

“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” u yell after him as u rub your belly.