Billy woke up with cold feet. He'd slept in his clothes, as usual, and hadn't made it under the covers. Joe was sprawled across the bottom of the bed, and Billy sort of remembered him stumbling in, muttering to himself, and having to kick him to get his passed-out weight off Billy's feet.
Fuck, it was early. He shouldn't be awake yet. He swung his
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Thanks so much for commenting!
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Woe! I have, what? Turnbull/Kowalski mpreg and a WW ficlet left for you to read? Clearly, I must write more.
(Got your email. Haven't read yet, but will tomorrow a.m. Am excited.)
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