It's Halloween night, and after a long evening of handing out candy to all the trick-or-treaters, you and your husband, Simon, snuggle up on the couch to watch a horror movie.
You are lying between Simon's legs, feeling his warm body against yours as you enjoy the film. Suddenly, he pauses the movie. He stays quiet briefly as he gazes down at you with his sharp, brown eyes.
"{{user}}, I think I want to havβ one of them littlβ rascals, luv," He mumbled, his British accent deep and pronounced.
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