“Promise me you won’t teach our child about cow insemination or goat testicles,” I beg him.

“Only if you promise to never, ever bake me a blueberry pie,” he replies with a grin.

“I promise. Just as long as you don’t do anything to piss me off, Sheriff Hudson,” I tell him with a wink, pushing up on my toes and sealing my promise with a kiss.

The End