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"I had other plans for us tonight," Sinclair said, looking nudely aggrieved

I had just plunked BabyJon into the port-a-crib in our roo not to drool at , hands on hips, beside our bed His dark hair was mussed from where he&039;d pulled his undershirt over his head (vampires layered), which was the only indication that he was annoyed With his broad shoulders, long , uh, nipples, he could have been a lu in the state capital All he needed was the axe And possibly the blue ox

"This wasn&039;t exactly how I pictured spending the evening, either"

"Must he sleep in here with us?" Sinclair continued

"He&039;s not exactly sleeping," I mumbled, as BabyJon cooed and chortled in the port-a-crib

"Why not put him down in another room?"

"Why do that when I can put him down here?" I looked at the baby "You&039;re fat and you don&039;t kno to use toilet paper"

"I am quite serious, Elizabeth Put him down so happened to hihty-rooive et to him in time because I couldn&039;t remember what door I put him behind"

"You have super speed and super hearing" Eric sighed

"It&039;s just one night We&039;re supposed to be together for a thousand years, you can&039;t ditch sex for one night?"

"It is the third night," he retorted, "this week At this rate, in a thousand years we&039;ll have et your point, so what? I should put hi your stepmother no"

"It all happened so fast," I said weakly "And you want hi bastard! Besides, the baby brings the faether"

"Which I would understand, if you had the slightest desire to be closer to Mrs Taylor"

"It&039;s one night," I said again Okay, three-in addition to the surprise she&039;d duht, we&039;d actually planned for the baby to stay to this up just now "Coot Maybe he&039;s our heir!"