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   “Then who’d get tired?” My answer made Babe laugh happily. His smile healed my heart in an incredible way. Today had been rough—my arm hurt from being poked with needles until it was a mess, plus those weird side effects that made me feel drunk on and off. Just talking to Babe took a ton of effort to keep my wits about me. But his laughter and the warmth of his touch? That made everything I’d been through worth it. “But seriously, Babe, I like sweet-talking you.”

   “For real?”

   “When you sulk, it’s kinda funny.”

   “Hey, you little—”

   “I love turning that grumpy face into this one.” I lightly poked Babe’s cheek, and it only made him smile wider. Honestly, it’s just that simple. People might say Babe is hard to please, but I think that’s only true at first. If you spend time with him, slowly learning and genuinely understanding the little kid inside him, I believe anyone could get Babe. He’s one of the most honest and sincere people with his feelings that I’ve ever known. “But it’d be nice if you didn’t get sulky so often. Doesn’t Babe get tired from being all pouty?”

   “Yeah, sulking at you is freaking exhausting,” the sulky one admitted easily. I think that’s one of Babe’s funny quirks. “Especially when I drag it out, it’s so tiring. But I can’t stop being jealous.”

   “I get it, but jealous types need a break too.” I let out a soft chuckle as Babe pulled me to my feet. His outstretched arms were a clear signal: Hug me. I was happy to oblige. Babe buried his face in my stomach, sniffing and nuzzling like he always does. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, but it was late, and I’d just come back from a long, grueling day outside. I felt as filthy as a rag, so I was a bit embarrassed to let him hug and sniff me like this. “Don’t sniff too much, I haven’t showered.”

   “People who don’t get jealous wouldn’t understand.” Babe ignored my comment about the hugging and sniffing, continuing to nuzzle my shirt without a care. “I’m the only one jealous all day.”

   “Who said I don’t get jealous?”

   “I’m saying it.” The jealous one looked up at me with sharp eyes. “I can’t even remember the last time you got all clingy with me.”

   “I do get jealous sometimes, but I’m mature, so I don’t make a fuss.”

   “So you’re saying I’m not mature?”

   “I mean, I’m the quiet kind of adult, and Babe is the loud kind. Different types of adults.”

   “Twisting words, huh?”

   “Am I?”

   “Hm?” Babe raised an eyebrow, his expression softening. This was one of the rare times he couldn’t keep up with me. I cupped his cheeks, leaned down, and brought my face closer to his until our lips met.

   Babe responded to my touch with familiar ease, pressing and lightly sucking. I slipped my tongue in first to tease his earlier words. We’ve kissed countless times, and there’s never been one I didn’t love. From the first day when Babe wouldn’t even let me touch his lips to now, when he asks for it himself, I think I’ve done pretty well.

   “Mmm…” The sulky one let out a soft sound in his throat as I pulled back from the kiss. Babe pursed his lips slightly, eyeing mine like he wasn’t quite satisfied with the kiss that just ended. He gripped my arm tightly, giving a subtle tug as if urging me to join him on the bed.

   “What?” I teased, though I already knew what he wanted. “Why the tug?”

   “Sleep.”

   “I’ll sleep soon, let me shower first.”

   “No need to shower…” His expression and soft tone, less defiant than usual, hinted clearly that he wanted me to stop playing coy and get on the bed with him. The more I resisted, the harder Babe pulled until I nearly fell on top of him. Luckily, I caught myself with a hand on the bed. “Come on, hurry.”

   “Babe… stop it,” I chuckled, as Babe clung to me like a koala. I struggled to keep from falling onto the bed, feeling guilty about getting on it without showering first. “Let go, you’re heavy.”

   “Ugh, what’s the big deal?” When I resisted too much, he started acting up. Babe pouted, burying his face in my chest as if to spite me for fussing over something trivial. “It’s not smelly. Smells great, even. Love it like this.”

   “you might like it, but I don’t.”

   “Charlie!”

   “Raising your voice now?” I teased, deepening my tone. The guy gearing up for a tantrum instantly shut his mouth. Babe’s sulky demeanor was so cute I almost burst out laughing. Still, I tried my hardest to keep a straight face. “Didn’t you say you’d stop yelling?”

   ‘I didn’t say stop… I said I’d tone it down.’

 

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