Giuseppe
A few years later...
"Hubby hold me," she sits on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I smile, looking down at her softly.
"Why are you so bratty today?"
She pouts, as I put my arms around her. "I dunno. Just hold me."
I chuckle. She's so cute. "I am holding you. I can't really hold you any closer."
She huffs, rubbing her nose against tummy throat, pulling me into her arms closer. What did I do to deserve this utter adorable ness today?
"Hubby, I love you so very much, and I would never do anything—"
I pull away. Of course.
"Oh no. If you did it, you clean it."
She pouts at me again, making me take her face in my hand, squishing it.
"Hubby," she complains.
"Where did you get that from anyway?" I ask.
She looks at me flatly. "You said, call me Hubby."
I smile.
