You say that as if you had any intention of letting me go to work tomorrow anyways. But sure…yeah, I’ll play along. I’ll meet you in the bedroom, Sir. I’m already wet and ready for you.
You’re ready when I get you ready. Less talking, more moving.
Fine Drey, have it your way. In bed, naked, on your back, legs spread wide in the next two minutes or else you’re not going anywhere in the morning, work be damned. You think I’m kidding…
Don’t just me, I was just doing what you asked
We both know that I can’t cook to save my life and I’m awful at video games, so I guess I better just lay on my back and spread my legs for you like most rich white girls in my situation do.
Stop talking about babies and alluding to them cause it’s really not making me want to have sex with you right now.
Well I mean you put up with my ass for a year straight and we’re still getting married so we can either have sex or play games or you can get your ass in the kitchen and start being a housewife. You should wear something sexy while you’re doing the dishes like pearls and heels and my Super Mario pjs.
On to what? To the sex? Cause it’s great practice.
In all seriousness, Drey, I’m gonna enjoy every minute of you being pregnant and freaked out by yourself.