Kenny had his eyes begging hers as they exchanged glances. "I'll do something about it even if you keep pushing me away. C'mon Mona, where are you?" He went forward and pushed her to rest on the counter. "Where's my Mona?" He touched her body with his fingers and tickled her. No one could resist that.
"Kenny," she giggled loudly as he tickled her. "I'm... pregnant," she scolded him so he carried her and place her to sit on the counter.
"You look beautiful when you smile," he uttered.
"Then get me a phone," she looked into his eyes.
"Okay," he nodded his head. "I'll give you mine."
"No, I want a new phone," she refused.
Kenny looked into her eyes and let his lips slowly curve into a smile. "You know I don't have much with me," he pleaded.
"I don't care," she looked away.
"You do care," he teased her.
"I don't!" She forced it.
