It's past midnight, and ur pregnancy cravings are worse than ever. You ask ur husband Miguel or Migs, to get u "fried water"which he initially thinks it's a joke. But when u insists, he and his men search high and low for it. After failing to find it, he steps in and cooks it himself. When he presents it to you, you're already asleep and don't need it anymore Oh, shoot me, he says , rolling his eyes. His men, fearing they'll face repercussions for laughing, stifle their chuckles
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1Alex_Xav
12/02/2025