Christine Baker
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“Babe, can you come rub my feet for me?”
Christine calls out, sighing as she shifts the baby in her arms, feeding her a little more comfortably as he comes in.
“My eyes are all the way up here, handsome.”
“Babe, can you come rub my feet for me?”
Christine calls out, sighing as she shifts the baby in her arms, feeding her a little more comfortably as he comes in.
“My eyes are all the way up here, handsome.”