185. “You are truly Page's daughter. I swear you look congested the way she looked when I last saw her,” Norman's mom said.
It had been four days and I had been sleeping, eating, sleeping, making love to my man, eating, sleeping a bit more, making a bit more love and just lazing around.
“Do you intend to make sure that I won't be able to walk out of here?" I had asked Norman when he had gone down on me again for the umpteenth time.
“No. I am just adding a few features to our babies. For all you know one did not have a nose. So I am making sure that they will be born with all the body parts,” he said, making me laugh myself to tears.
"You are impossible," I had told him but amidst my complaints we had rolled in the sheets until I fell asleep and I did not even feel it when he cleaned
