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“Well I figure we could start practicing. You know for when we’re actually ready to have them.” Her smile is wicked and I pick her up giggling. People say baby making sex is hotter. I think sex with Piper is life altering babies or not.
11
Piper
“So glad you could make it.” The Immigration officer eyes us up and down. If she asked for an x-ray it would be easier but I don’t say anything to antagonize her.
She probably notices how out of breath I am and that I didn’t have a chance to shower since our afternoon delight. Normally I’d freak out but after years of working at a gym a few moist towlets did most of the work as well as fresh clothes.
“Pleasure is ours.” Milo grunts and I put my hand on his as we sit down in the room. I’m afraid his temper will blow this whole thing up sky high. He hasn’t made a secret of not liking this woman who remains to be the gatekeeper to Milo staying here in the US.
I clear my throat smiling at her while I pinch Milo’s arm when she looks away.
“What my husband means to say is that we’re happy to answer any questions you might have.”
“You picked a good one Mr. Lazare.” The woman flips through her file on Milo clucking and making remarks mostly to herself. He grumbles and I don’t blame him. She’s using a red pen to take notes, blood thirsty in my opinion. I don’t like her judging him but there is little I can do.
“You said you had questions.” Milo edges closer on the end of his seat. He can look intimidating when he wants to and I hope he can reign it in. I was hoping to stay out of jail this weekend because I still hadn’t figured out how to tape American Ninja Warrior on the new DVR system just yet.
“Yes, the usual what’s your favorite color, food, and shoe size. The standard who lives where and details about the honeymoon.”
“Are these real questions?” I ask.
Milo pipes in, “Oh that’s easy. She loves pink but not just any pink, it has to be this neon shade that screams when you see it or this pale baby pink that ballerina’s wear. She loves coffee and red wine that’s chilled with two ice cubes and her shoe size is a six.”
“Impressive.”
I bite my lip because I don’t know that I can be nearly as convincing or informative. And how the hell did Milo know I like hot pink?
“Mrs. Lazare?” Her head cocks to the right and the urge to flick it back grates on my nerves.
“My husband eats this cheesy bread.
I can never say the name right. What is it babe?”
He laughs.
“It’s Khachapuri, sweetheart.” Milo says it slowly like kat-cho-puri and I mouth the words with him smiling. He squeezes my hand and I keep going.
“It’s easy to make but his mother switches out the feta and Muenster cheeses in a particular ratio that’s different from her recipe cards.” I haven’t quite gotten it right yet, and I think she doesn’t tell me because she’s afraid I’ll do it right and maybe Milo won’t miss her nearly as much, but I could tell her that he would and still does.
“Sometimes I cook the bread too long and it burns on the bottom but he eats it anyway. His favorite color is whatever tie he reaches for. I’ve never met a man who owned more ties than he knew what to do with and all of them have cartoon characters.” I don’t share with the nosey witch that usually when he gets home from the hospital he ties me up with them and fucks me senseless until my body is a pile of loose limbs and breathless giggles.
“He wears these Italian loafers but they’re so worn the size has rubbed off on the inside, so I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that except to say they’re pretty big like everything else on his body.” I look at Milo who tries not to laugh but fails. I can’t help but tell the truth.
“Well obviously I won’t have to ask about marital relations and where each of you sleeps?” She grumbles.
“God I hope not, my wife likes to nuzzle my chest on the left side.” Milo seems to be enjoying the officer’s embarrassment and it serves her right.
“No more stomach sleeping for you mister.” I poke him and he pulls me closer for a quick kiss on the lips that I wish would linger longer. I wish that we were back at the bed and breakfast exploring each other, making love the rest of the day.
“Alright, enough.” She waves us off clearly buying it but not before saying something else. “Its evident you two actually love each other.” Milo and I stare at each other with secret smiles. We don’t say anything but his eyes tell me he probably wants to talk later. I’d talk with him forever, because yeah I do love him.
Before we leave the office she signs a bunch of papers and Agent Todeski stamps them. It’s official, Milo is staying.
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Piper
