Oh you both do, do you? [He rolls his eyes, climbing out of bed] I’ll just get to work on that then. Meet me in the kitchen.
[ `she makes her way down to the kitchen with Ashton in her arms, wrinkling her nose at Blake ] Yes, for your information, we both want potatoes. Weren’t you listening while he was crying? He was begging you to make us some.
That definitely sounds like a better plan. I’m starved.
Good, Ashton and I really want baked potatoes with cheese. [`she leans forward to give him a kiss but pulls away at the sound of Ashton crying ] There’s my darling. [`she rushes out of the bedroom ]
Alright, it’ll have to wait. Although I wouldn’t mind a little family time, so you can bring Ashton along.
Or you could join us on our quest to find something delicious in the kitchen.
Or you could bring yourself into bed.
That sounds like a great option, but, I do have a certain someone that will awake in five minutes.
There’s my pretty lady.
You’re one and only, darlin’. And you should be getting yourself out of bed, it’s almost four.
Let’s agree to disagree.
[she wrinkles her nose] Okay, okay. Agree to disagree, darling. How was your day?
Oh hey, you. I’m pretty sure I look more like a mess than beautiful right now.
About damn time.
8 months? Which one of us has been living under a rock? Better yet, why didn’t I read about it in the tabloids?
Blake’s sweaters work wonders. They simply said I put on weight, which, I suppose I can’t get mad about.