Mimic
“So you’re seriously going to spar with me?” I asked Alyse. I didn’t want to hurt my girl.
“Yeah, why not. I spar with everyone here.”
“But, I could hurt you,” I said, my brows furrowing. I did not like that thought.
“Or, I could hurt you,” she said with a raised brow.
“That’s true. Just stay away from the junk, yeah. Because I want us to have babies one day soon.”
She laughed, “I’m sorry what?”
“What? It’s happening, shortcake. I want little blonde girls running around us.”
“Moving a little fast there, aren’t we?” she said.
“Babe. You just don’t know how it is with my family. We fall and we fall fast and hard. The moment I saw you fighting over a date with me, I was a goner. There’s no ifs, ands or buts. You, my Angel, are mine. When I get your cut, you’ll be my
