"When do you want me to get you pregnant?"
Her cheeks reddened. "I do not know about you."
"Do you want it now?" he offered.
Her lips parted. "As in? Right now?"
"Sure. Now."
"Why are you so excited?"
Dylan had a suppressed smile on his lips as he spoke. "I just like peanuts, I guess."
Her eyebrows met. "Peanut? What does that have to do with what we're going to do?"
Dylan chuckled deeply. "You're not as green as I thought you were."
Peanut? Peanuts? What did that have to do with being green—'Oh, my God.' Her meeting eyebrows slowly parted as she gradually understood the green meaning of peanuts.
"Naughty!" She kicked the man causing him to fall on the bed.
Dylan quickly stood up while holding his injured back. He glared at her. "So what? Only you have the right to be rude? Where's justice in that?"