Chapter 11- Say whaaat?!
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"Well, how we're going to get a lock, I don't know," Cole said as we put the kittens in the closet. I shrugged.
"Well, we could put a nail on the wall by the knob, and rope it to the door," I suggested.
"That's actually a good idea. I'll get my hammer," he said.
5 minutes later, I collapsed on the bed.
"Hey!" Cole said.
"What?"
"I was going to do that," he sulked. I grinned as I sat up and tussled his hair.
"Aw, is my little baby boy throwing a tantrum?"
"I'm your son now?" Cole teased. I paused.
"Nevermind. Forget I said that."
"Remember my prize?" he asked.
"Maybe."
"Lemme have it."
"Have what?"
"My prize!"
"Well, what do you want!" I huffed.
"I want... that's a good question," Cole said.
"You pressured me when you don't know?!" I yelled, grabbing a pillow and slapping him with it.
"Stop! Okay, fine, yes. I had no idea. Gee women stop." he yelped. I kept slapping him until he grabbed the pillow and made me stop.
"Now you ain't gettin' anything." I panted, out of breath. I looked at Cole, who looked... shy. Well, well.
"Cole?" I said gently. He looked like he was blushing.
"Um, I do know what... I'm not sure... I, uh, I... We should go get dinner." he said. I sighed, but agreed.
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