Today was Friday night meaning it was family night. My table was slowly getting fuller and as scared as I was about it was also exciting.
"Foxie?"
"Hmm?" I stirred the beef stew and K stood behind me peering at the pot over my shoulder.
"How many plates did you say I should take out?" He asked me right next to me and I giggled knowing he did that on purpose.
"Okay Khalil, what is it?" I said and he pouted pulling me with my waist and kissing my temples.
"We haven't had s*x the whole week and we barely spend time together because you're always with your dad," He said in a childlike voice and I grinned.
"Are you jealous of my dad Khalil?" I teased and he rolled his eyes.
"No!"
"Then why are you complaining? You're always busy too," I whispered and he gave me a boyish grin.
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