𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - sass
𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 - he would, don't even try and lie to yourselves
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 148
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"babe!" y/n called out, as she entered the house she called home. "i'm home!"
"in the living room!" shouted the oh so familiar voice of denki, her husband.
"darling, what are you doing?" y/n asked, looking at her husband as he sat on the couch eating pickles and ice cream while watching 'My Strange Addiction™'.
"i'm feeding our baby." he hissed out and y/n looked at him with a mix of confusion and disturbed-ness?????
"den, baby, you can't get pregnant. or at least not by having sex with me." y/n said, sighing when her lover glared back at her.
"y/n, i love you to death but our baby is gonna get sad if you keep talking shit. now, go get me some pizza, mama's craving something viscous."
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