I really, *really* want a pork chop sandwich. I’ve been craving one for a couple hours now and it’s driving me nuts especially since I know we have everything to make one. And if I wasn’t such a coward I’d be in the kitchen making one. But the look Mia gave me the last time I tried to get into the kitchen did not bode well for me. Hell I don’t even know what I did; just that she’s pissed in a spectacular way. Dom is definitely taking me out for dinner tonight. I don’t want to even guess what she’s going to do to the food in that mood. That’s it! Time to pout…

“Dom…?” I ask just a bit hesitant, that’ll get him.

“What’s up babe?” he asks as he rolls out from under a car.

“Will you make me one of those pork chop sandwiches?” I place my hand on the swell of my belly and look at him through my eyelashes.

“She’s mad at him to…” Vince says with a snort.

“But why?” I whine. I really, really, *really* want that sandwich but I think I mentioned that before. I bite my lower lips and make puppy dog eyes at Dom “please?”

“You can be a manipulative little shit sometimes you know that?” Dom’s smile takes the sting out of his words and I grin at him, knowing that he’s going to get me my sandwich.

“Let me get clean up a bit and I’ll go face down the bear in the kitchen for you.”

Dom makes great sandwiches and an even better back rest. I wonder if I can get him to go back in and get me a juice…