We checked into the airline and went through security. I think Bella was ready to kill someone. She refused to do the x-ray machine scanner thing and absolutely hated being patted down. At least it was a woman feeling up my wife’s goodies. If it was a man, I would have gone ballistic. Those are my boobs.
Mine!
“Edward, you looked like you were about to kill Ethel,” Bella snickered.
“Who’s Ethel?” I asked.
“The lovely lady who felt up my melons,” Bella said as she squeezed her breasts. “She was very professional.”
“I still don’t like other people touching your girlie bits,” I said. “Michelle, I understand. However, random TSA agents named Ethel give me the heebie jeebies.”
“Edward, these are your boobies,” she cooed, ruffling my hair.
“Damn right, they are,” I said, putting my arm around her waist. “Mine.”
“Only yours, baby,” Bella giggled. “Well, Kyra will have at them after she’s born. I am breast feeding you know.”
“I guess I can share,” I winked. Bella laughed and laced her fingers with mine.
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