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I take the plate that he is thrusting into my hands.

Picking up the sandwich, I watch it for a while before I speak.

“Let us leave the baby and children talk for now. If that’s okay with you.”

He gives me a smile.

“Anything you want Peanut. I do have faith in my pull out game though.”

I snicker.

“You haven’t had sex in years.” I say and bite into my sandwich.

He narrows his eyes at me.

“And So?”

“And that means your pull out game might not be half as strong as it used to be.”

His jaw drops so comically, I almost drop my sandwich while laughing.

“You take that back.”

The statement is even funnier that I find myself laughing even harder.

“Never.”

“Battle line has been drawn Peanut. Hope you can handle mine.”

“Bring it on Vaughnhottie.”

He quirks an amused brow, a laugh playing on his lips.

“Vaughnhottie?”

I shrug,

“I used to call you that a lot in my head. It might be long but it’s accurate.”

He chuckles as he seasons the meat.

“What...?”