Johnny tickled your daughters sides making her laugh uncontrollably. "Daddy! Stop!" She squealed. "Never!" He laughed as he continued to tickle her. They both laughed together and had huge smiles across their faces. When Johnny finally stopped tickling her she ran over to you and gave you a hug. "Mommy! Can I got play outside!?" She asked. "Of course. Go have fun." You smiled as you turned back to the stove. She ran off and almost ran right into Johnny. "What do you think you're doing?" Johnny asked as he picked you up and out you over his shoulder. You laughed and told him to put you down. Johnny just said no and tickled your side. He carried you into the living room. Johnny tickled your sides making you laugh. You started to say stop but you were cut off by Johnny's lips colliding with yours. You laughed into the kiss and so did he. When he pulled away he looked into your eyes lovingly. "You're so amazing. You know that right?" You asked. Johnny kissed your nose. "Not as amazing as you." You said. Johnny gave you a log passionate kiss, but it was cut short because your daughter came back inside and made gagging sounds at you and Johnny. You two just laughed and sat up.
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“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.