"We should feed it," he said rubbing my stomach, "wouldn't want to make it angry," he added with a grin. As I stood up to head to the kitchen he lowered me back onto the couch and kissed the tip of my nose, "Don't worry, I got it," he said before heading to he kitchen. He bustled around in there for a few minutes as I lay in the sunlit lounge, feeling sleepy and content, forgetting just for that little while that I had a date with Satan later that evening. Calvin returned with PB and J sandwhiches, two granola bars, a bowl of cherries and two Cokes for both of us.

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