A Second Round In Hell

"But even more soh when ah ave ta deal with ya." Rhett smiled though, shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh whatever. You can deal with my bitchyness if I'm popping out another one of your little brats." He smiled.

"Ah ave' ta, don't ah?" He wished he didnt but for his baby he would put up with it. He would even make an attempt to be nice to Kyndal.

"Indeed you do, darling." Kyndal winked. "Now go make me some food!" He grinned, reaching down to pinch the man's arse gently.

"Yar pushin' et love." Rhett snorted though he did get up and make his way into the kitchen. He stood there a moment, simply wondering what he could cook.

Kyndal jogged after him, plopping himself up on the counter and humming up at Rhett.
"I want pickles." He always seemed to crave pickles. "Fry me pickles." He whined, tugging on Rhett's shirt sleeve.

"Thah es ah joke." Rhett snorted lightly, he had never fried pickles before and he was not sure if he could do it now. "Thah sounds digustin'."

"Fried pickles are normal food! People eat those!" He whined. The weird part was that he was already fishing in the refrigerator to see if they had any whipped cream for on them.

"How doh ah fry ah pickle?" Rhett asked lightly, obviously skeptical about this. He was used to eating Irish foods.

"I don't know... You just fry it like you'd fry anything else." Kyndal groaned. "I've never done it before I just like to eat them!" He pouted as he pulled back from the fridge with a jar of pickles and the can of whipped cream, squirting some into his mouth.

Rhett moved to lean back against the counter top, considering this. "Ah need ta flour em, don' ah?" Rhett asked lightly, head tilted to the side.

"Probably." Kyndal shrugged his shoulders, leaning his head onto Rhett's shoulder as he continued to eat the whipped cream.

Rhett sighed lightly as he pushed himself forward, deciding he could at least give it a shot. And so he found himself trying his hardest to fry a pickle, all for his lover.

"You're the best husband EVER." Kyndal groaned as he munched on one of the raw pickles that Rhett had not yet attempted to fry, covered in whipped cream. "Pregnant cravings are the best." He gave an almost sexual sounding moan as he savored the taste of his latest craving.

Rhett's nose crinkled up, his face sour at the thought of pickle and whipped cream. He could throw up just thinking about it.
"Ya ave' ah problem."

"Yeah, I know. It's your brat inside of me." Kyndal stuck his tongue out. "Kiss me!" He grinned brightly, puckering his lips covered in cream as he swung his arms around Rhett's neck.

"Wipe yar mouth first." Rhett shook his head, reaching down to run his hand over Kyndal's mouth, cleaning it off before he gave the boy a sweet peck.

"Meanie." Kyndal pouted. "I wanted you to eat it!" He giggled, quite hyper yet again as he kissed Rhett deeply.

Rhett shook his head, there was no way he would be eating that. After this he would never even want to see another pickle.
He reached down, taking Kyndal by his bottom and hoisting him up, trying to deepen the kiss further.

Kyndal let out a squeal as he was lifted, his arms tight around Rhett's neck as he pressed his lover close, his lips molding together quiet nicely with his lover.

Rhett enjoyed this, he and Kyndal always fit well together, complimented each other. As if they were simply made to be together bad or not. He loved that.

"You taste better than the pickles." Kyndal winked, laughing softly as he pulled back, resting their foreheads together.

"Ah couldah told ya thah love.". Rhett rolled his eyes at the comment. He beat pickles any day and that he was sure of.

"Don't be so cocky, they come pretty close." Kyndal winked jokingly at his lover, hugging himself tight to the man's chest.

"Yar full of et love." Rhett shook his head to his lover, of course he knew how amazing he was. He was dangerous that way.