Separate names with a comma.
August woke early, as he always did, to begin breakfast.
"Yes, now."
"I'm not very good at nicknames," he admitted.
She took his jaw in her hands and kissed him deeply, her nose brushing his.
(Zoop...?)
"Right now. Let's go."
"Kiddo? Poptart?"
She blinked, raising one eyebrow as she looked over at him, her eyes warm with adoration.
He went into his den.
"I would!"
"Do you have any preference?" he teased, kissing her temple.
"Classic combo," she commented, turning her attention back to the pancakes.
He raised an eyebrow. "You too. Night."
"I would."
"Yeah, sorry. That one wasn't good."
She glanced over at him thoughtfully, spinning her pointer finger at the pancake mix, commanding it to mix on its own. "What are you thinking...
He laughed slightly, his hand falling to his side. "That's what I'm doing now."
"I'd win."
"Will do, baby-o."
She landed lightly on the ground and began to mix the ingredients in a large bowl.
