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“Ah!” Johnny flapped his arms in protest.
“Hush, Mommy will buy you some more.”
Auto shook his head in amusement.
“That's the second bad of yogurt bites you've eaten this week!”
Frankie got indignant. “Maybe if they made adult yogurt bites, we wouldn't have this problem.”
Auto had no response that. Honestly, what could he say to that?
“Well then, don't be mad when Tommy has a conniption.”
Tommy pouted indignantly. He never got to eat those little cheerio things. Because Mommy was always eating them.
J.R. simply didn't care. He didn't like those old circle things. He'd much rather eat mashed potatoes, and all the good stuff Mommy and Daddy are.
But they wouldn't give it to him.
Now that he thought about it. He started babbling angrily. “Baba dadada lala ii!”
Frankie looked Auto who looked back at her bemused.
“We don't know what you're saying, little one.”
The two parents were on the floor with their sons, playing and talking with them.
J.R. repeated what he said.
Auto shook his head.
“Still, no clue son.” J.R. scooted across the floor wobbling into his Daddy's lap.
Affectionately the large man gathered him in his arms, nuzzling his nose. “Stink, Daddy needs to change your diaper."
“Take this one two. He's stinky,” She made a face at the baby. Tommy giggled uproariously.
She tickled his little belly, and handed him to his father.
“You have diaper duty next.”
Frankie cringed. “B-But I feed them. And I'm cute.”
Auto couldn't deny that. She was the cutest, sexiest woman alive but he would not wash his boy's butts for the rest of their infancy.
“Hm, hm.”
***
“Tommy stop chewing on your feet son.”
“J.R. no hitting your brother.”
“Frankie no biting my ear when I'm cooking.”
“Does anyone in this household listen to me?!”
Frankie smirked. “Yes of course dear,” She patted his tight ass. “Now hurry up and finish cooking. I'm about to put the boys to bed.”
Auto eyed her. “And then?”
“Then I'm gonna put you to bed.”
Auto thought that sounding f*****g fantastic.
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