Interrogation From Hell

I have my baby with me; he is fast asleep in my arms. He is perfect; I have never known a man that holds natural beauty from both outside and within.

I slip my arm out from underneath him and pull the covers back over his shoulders. I slip a pair of shorts on and make my way down to the kitchen. I am making him his morning coffee; yes, I am trying to bribe him.

Wait until he finds out where I am dragging him today.

So I go back upstairs and wake him with a cup of warm coffee.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"I am just spoiling my man."

He looks at me with a frown on his face and shakes his head, "What are you up to? Why are you not still in bed?"

"I wanted to wake up early."

"Ya, right, princess, you don't wake up early."

"Well, I kind of…"

He stops me immediately, "I get the idea that I am not going to like this."

"Well, baby, I want to go fetch the rest of my things."