The Most American Baby

[ladyliberty]

Amelia sprawled across the couch, one arm draped melodramatically across her face, the other dangling listlessly off the edge. She'd already discarded everything but her bra and underwear, bare pink belly rising like a mountain above her supine form. But it was still too hot. She felt like a half-ton pig, roasting on a spit, only minus even the perk of having an apple in her mouth.

"Aaaaaalfreeeeeed," she called out, voice rising into a whine. "Ice creeeeaaaam."

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[fromseatoshiningsea]

"I thought you were happy...!" He pouted just a little, putting his hands in the pockets of his baggy, ragged jeans.

Was she really unhappy...?

[ladyliberty]

"Well, now that you brought the ice cream."

[fromseatoshiningsea]

He squatted down and put his hands on her stomach. "Really...?"

[ladyliberty]

"Ice cream fixes everything."

[fromseatoshiningsea]

Alfred snorted and then rested his cheek on her stomach. "Well I'm glad I didn't finish it last night then!"

[ladyliberty]

"You better be." She wielded the spoon menacingly above his head, a few stray drops dripping into his hair. "Or I just might have had to carve it out of you."

[fromseatoshiningsea]

"Aw jeez!" He reached up and tried in vain to wipe it out of his hair. "But I'm not delicious enough for ice cream!"

[ladyliberty]

"No, but I'd make do." She leaned down to blow a raspberry in his ear.