Billie Bob Taylor
"Barbie," Benedito poked my cheek as I let out yet another massive sigh. "Barbie," he poked my cheek again as I folded my arms over my chest as I looked out the window with a pout. "I said I would fly us back home."
"Well clearly that was a lie," I huffed, "If you call that flying then you must be out of your peanut sized mind Sir."
"I took the scenic route," he chuckled as took off his headsets then hung them on their dedicated hook. "You can't say you didn't enjoy it."
I shook my head, "I almost puked my intestines out."
"Don't lie," he pressed a kiss to my cheek before he also bit on it which made me hiss. "Come on you said you wanted to freshen up before the family arrived for dinner."
Benedito had ended up being so busy at the NASA launching site that we took much longer than expected to get back home. We originally thought it would simply take a few days when instead he took the whole week.
