Axel looked down at Abigail as she sprawled over his lap and wanted him to pay attention to her. “Haven’t I been doing that all day?” He asked with a smirk.
She pouted and flopped across his lap. “Why does their opinions matter? You would be making me super happy..” She huffed and crossed her arms.
“Well…I dunno..they just do..” He told her before sighing. “You can paint my toe nails then but not my fingers.” Axel said giving in sort of.
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