She sighs.
“What’s that for?” I ask her.
“I’m not forcing you to take responsibility.”
I chuckle. “Responsibility my ass. My baby, my responsibility. My wife is my responsibility. Congratulations, Abbygail, and to me.”
I kiss her lips and bit her lower lip as her punishment. She moans. When I release her lip, she touches it and scowls.
“That’s for not telling me and thinking that I don’t like the idea of you being pregnant, and hh, you’d be pregnant again.”
She smiles, then she scowls again. “I’m not just gonna pop out babies, Sebastian.”
I tap her nose.”We’ll see about that if you won’t let me f**k you and if you can stand being celibate. Not a problem with me. I have hands and stocks of shower gels.”
She looks pissed. “You’re being unfair.”
I laugh. “See? Horny Abby just wants m
