"Baby, good morning." Eldest Young Master Grant had no idea how that sticky-sweet "baby" slipped out of his mouth, and by the time he realized it, not only did he not feel embarrassed, he actually thought it sounded pretty damn nice.
Lily Shaw shivered all over at this sudden nickname, "Oh my god, can you not call me that? My goosebumps are reporting for duty!"
Eldest Young Master Grant was still savoring his feast from last night—juices still dripping from his lips—so when his little wife teased him, he didn't get annoyed at all. Instead, he laughed openly, "Baby, baby, you're my number one baby!"
Lily rolled her eyes at him and, with her sore hand, smacked his shoulder: "Quit it. It gives me the creeps."
"Whatever my number one baby says goes." Eldest Young Master Grant grinned mischievously, purposely leaned in close to his wife's ear, and breathed hot air as he said, "Honey, you wore yourself out last night. Get some more sleep. I'll call you when I finish making breakfast."
