Written By Jodie
“I swear if I wasn’t already dead, you’d be the death of me,” Jeremiah complained into the hair of his sobbing Brat.
“I pulled worse stunts when we were alive and none of them ever killed you,” Micah tearfully reminded the older man as he reached around to rub tentatively at his sore bottom.
“Humph, that was probably due to my being younger then.” Jeremiah groaned and rolled his eyes when he felt the man in his arms tremble with suppressed laughter. Apparently his Brat was still able to find something amusing about driving the lawnmower through Glen’s vegetable garden.
The End
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