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Butterfly: I hope you’re not allergic to peanuts bc there’s also a piece of chewable lingerie I think you’ll appreciate. x

I barked out a laugh.

Losing my job was a price worth paying.

As long as I had him.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Butterfly: Where will you take me for our first date as an official couple?

Tomcat: Probably somewhere shitty.

Butterfly: Excuse me??

Tomcat: So you’ll want to go home and I can finally get my hands on you.

Butterfly: UGH fair.

Butterfly: This jacking off bullshit is so not it.

Tomcat: I know.

Butterfly: Is work okay, at least?

Tomcat: No complaints.

Butterfly: That asshole Sully better be nice to you or he’ll wake up with a horse’s head in his bed.

Tomcat: He’d probably get off on the animal cruelty.

Tomcat: How do you feel about children?

Butterfly: Love ’em. Especially those who carry my family name.

Butterfly: Why?

Tomcat: Just wanna know if we’re going to have children or not.

Butterfly: BRUH, AT LEAST TWO.

Butterfly: That’s the bare fucking minimum, though. I want Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas Eve to be chaotic and loud and wonderfully dysfunctional. I want group chats that make people’s eyes water. Secret handshakes and inside jokes only we’re privy to.

Butterfly: I WANT A SAFE WORD FOR WHEN WE’RE ARGUING WITH OUR CHILDREN AND ONE SIDE THINKS THINGS ARE GOING TO IMPLODE.

Butterfly: And I want morning snuggles and to doze off with Bluey in the background, and UC trips because a bead got stuck in someone’s nostril and afternoons watching awful soccer games with spiked lemonade under the sun.

Butterfly: I’m going to own ALL THAT SHIT. I’ll be that dad, you know. The one you and I never had. Who always picks you up from the airport, and overplans for every trip, and knows everything about your friends.

Butterfly: Okay, your silence is alarming…

Butterfly: Do YOU want kids?

Tomcat: I was on the fence until five minutes ago. But with you? Definitely.

Butterfly: Hey, I DoorDashed you a salad to the office. Didn’t you get it?

Tomcat: Sorry, I’m in the field today.