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toodamnmanymusesK’tanya walks into the kitchen while Aidan, who’s been so grouchy lately for some reason, is making breakfast. She moves closer, oblivious to the glare he bestows upon her. “Baby, do you think I could redecorate my rooms?”
“No, and don’t call me baby. I’m not your baby and I’m never going to be your baby.”
Whatever. “Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No!”
“Pretty please with strawberries on top?”
“NO!”
“I’ll work much faster if I’m in a happy environment, Aidan.”
There’s a long pause before he finally sighs. “Fine, but don’t go overboard.”
“I promise.”
She considers it another victory.
“No, and don’t call me baby. I’m not your baby and I’m never going to be your baby.”
Whatever. “Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No!”
“Pretty please with strawberries on top?”
“NO!”
“I’ll work much faster if I’m in a happy environment, Aidan.”
There’s a long pause before he finally sighs. “Fine, but don’t go overboard.”
“I promise.”
She considers it another victory.
