“Nah, I’m sure she’ll be a spitfire just like her mama,” he teased.
“Because I’m the one they take after when they’re being naughty?” Thinking about how wild I could be when we were having sex, I decided that wasn’t the safest question to ask without this conversation leaving me hot and bothered. “Scratch that. Just get the baby oil, please. Love you.”
“Love you, too. I’ll be home soon, baby.” The sensual promise in his tone let me know that he was going to show me exactly how much he loved it when I was naughty. Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough.