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1x1 roleplay only. Not Joe Jonas.
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1x1 roleplay only. Not Joe Jonas.
You’re my best friend too.
I love you Joey.
I love you equal.
Take me to bed. We’ll decorate in the morning.
Mmm, okay. I hope the babies are good tomorrow.
Me tooooo
Happy babies make a happy daddy.
You’re my best friend too.
I love you Joey.
I love you equal.
Take me to bed. We’ll decorate in the morning.
Mmm, okay. I hope the babies are good tomorrow.
You’re my best friend too.
I love you Joey.
I love you equal.
You’re my best friend too.
Demi shrugged slightly. “I dunno. I just like talking to you. Telling you about what’s going on in my life. Hearing about yours.” She admitted. She saw the nervous look on his face and giggled. “You did nothing wrong. I just like to hear your voice.” She promised. Demi kissed him softly and squeezed his thumb. “You’re not in trouble.”
Joe let out a small sigh of relief when he realized that she really did just want to talk. “Okay. Well, uh, nothing’s really going on in my life, so…” he trailed off, unsure of what to say to her about anything. “What about you?” he asked, licking his lips slightly.
Demi smiled softly at his words. “I love you. I want to have millions of babies with you.” She whispered into his ear. She smiled even wider and pulled back, rolling her eyes. Demi sat down and smiled happily. “Lets just talk. My baby.” She murmured, smiling brightly. “God I love you.” She whispered.
Joe smiled and held her hands, his eyebrows shooting up after a second. “Um, okay. Talk about what?” he asked, his thumbs moving over her fingernails. He wasn’t sure if he was in trouble or something, but he was definitely clueless as to what he’d done.
Demi smiled softly, wishing she could be pregnant now. There would be no problems, just pregnancy. She smiled softly and brushed her hands over his. She kissed him again before giggling. “God I love you. Lets make a baby now.” She teased.
Joe laughed and kissed her forehead, moving his hands down to her ass. “I wish we could, baby. I wish that there was no form of birth control, and we could just have a baby after making love. I wish that was possible. Because let me tell you, we’d have millions.” he smiled, now holding both her hands.
Demi finished up dinner pretty quickly. She was hungrier than she had thought. She peeked into the oven before nodding excitedly. “Yup. Done done done.” She sang, kissing him softly. “I can’t wait to have more kids with you.” She admitted before brushing her air back.
Joe nodded and quickly took the cake out, placing it on the cooler as he turned around. “Me neither.” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her slowly. “Just a year, babe. We’ll wait until Charlie’s at least one, then we can try again. It’ll be so great. You’ll get a big belly, and the twins will try to name him or her, and we’ll pretend to go along with the ideas.” he said, smiling to himself.
Demi giggled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “You know I love you.” She teased, kissing him softly once she had swallowed. “And you know I love your food. And that includes this delicious pasta.” She grinned, shaking her head at him quickly. “Fuck I love you. I truly do. Thank you. For always loving me.”
Joe grinned up at her for a second, before nudging her foot with his own. “I love you too, Demi.” he smiled, reaching over to hold her hand as he quickly ate. Once they were both finished, he stood and walked back into the kitchen, deciding to check on their dessert. “Do they look done to you?”
Demi nodded, quickly mixing the ingredients together before pouring them into the little tins. She set the sticks in them before placing them in the oven. Demi skipped to the dinner table, her stomach growling a the sight of food. “This looks wonderful baby.” She said softly before giving him a quick kiss and then taking a forkful.
Joe shrugged as he started to eat, smiling up at her. “Baby, it’s just pasta. Cory could’ve made it.” he joked, but took another bite as he glanced back down. He was just glad that they’d gotten over their little spat, because he really did hate fighting with her. The longer they did, the worse it got.
