Toebeans chirped, and I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t. I knew he’d had enough, but he was too darn cute, my derpy little meatloaf. I bounced over to where His Chonky Adorableness was curled up on the bed and gave him more kisses, annoying the ever-loving shit out of him. He was plotting my murder so hard; it was so cute. “Okay.” Peck. “Bye.” Peck. “Be good.” Peck. “Last one.” Peck. “Promise.” Peck. “I’ll miss you.” Peck.
