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Don’t even worry about it, baby. I’m used to your sass by now. You gotta make them last and not get tummy aches! We can just pretend you’re pregnant, that’ll make you like it. Good. I’m on my way up.


You better be!  It’s almost been 4 years of it!  And this is the closest I’m ever going to be to looking pregnant so you might as well enjoy it while I’m still bloated Hazza.  I’m waiting.


I made cookies!

My four you gave my yesterday were delicious! Thank you so much for them and for the tea and for calming me down.

I made cookies!

My four you gave my yesterday were delicious! Thank you so much for them and for the tea and for calming me down.

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Thanks for the heads up, babycakes. I’ll be sure to remember that and then remind you of this tummy ache when you try and give me the sass and force me to give them to you. You’re actually bloated this time from it? Sheesh. You better not burp in my face, mister.

You’re welcome, sweetcheeks.  Oh God, I apologize if I still sass you back for that.  I guess you should though, it might keep me from eating so much.  Yeah, its a weird feeling and I don’t like it.  I won’t!  I promise.

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My poor baby. I’m surprising you’re agreeing so willingly. I expected some back talk and some sass for hiding away sweets from your reach. Then you should only eat four of the mini ones next time, so you don’t get a bellyache. Yes, I am. Are you in the kitchen still or in our bedroom?

It’s only because arguing and being sassy is hard when my stomach is killing me.  You’ll probably get the sass when I go to get them and they are hidden from my reach, but right now, I don’t even want to see them, it’ll make me sick.  That sounds good, I’ll have to do that.  In the bedroom.  My boxers are tight because I’m bloated and it feels weirddddd.

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So, two and a half per hour? That’s still a lot. I’m going to have to put them on the top shelf so your little pixie self can’t reach them. Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you loved them, I just don’t want you over eating and getting a bellyache.

Yeah it is, and I’m paying the price and I feel horrible.  Yeah, you probably should do that.  Though, in my defense, they were mini cupcakes and not full size.  Speaking of bellyache, are you gonna rub my tummy?

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Eight?! Dear lord, Lou. You really don’t have any self control. You really shouldn’t be eating that much at once, baby. You’ll end up with cavities and horrid tummy aches.

It wasn’t all at once!  It was just over the course of a few hours.  I don’t.  I know that and I tried not to, but they just sounded so good!  I’m sorry, Harry.

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It’s totally your fault for having no self control!

….You’re right.  I went from having too much self control to having no self control.  I used to eat a cupcake and then throw it up after or let it settle in my stomach and fee horrible, and now I can eat like, what was it… six? seven?  Eight, no it was definitely eight, and still want more.

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Yeah, sure you’re not, baby. You should stop over eating, sweets. It might make for less tummy aches.

Sorry.  It’s not my fault this time!  Your cupcakes are just too good!

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Oh my. You got a tummy ache or are you just being all needy and wanting one for no reason, hm?

Needy?  Pssh, I’m not needy.  My tummy hurts.

Haaaarrrryyyyyy! I demand you come rub my tummy, my hands just aren’t the same!