He distractedly nodded a 'Good-morning' to her, as she walked into the kitchen. "Well?" she asked.
His mind still in a funk, Andrew's brow furrowed. "Aren't you going to open it?" she asked.
Why did she have to be a morning person. Her eager excitement, the opposite of what Andrew felt. It was his sluggish brain that didn't connect any thoughts, until she slapped the letter down onto the table.
"I'll open it for you." she said, with a joy that drove a knife into his heart. A grunt was the only reply he could make just now. But that was enough, or maybe he'd been nodding along to her words. But, the sound of an envelope being ripped open snapped him out of his fug.
Whirling around in his seat, he snatched it from Claire's hands. Already ripped half-way across, his snapping ripped it further.
"Maybe, your DNA's not suitable." Claire offered, as a vague hope. Finally picking up on Andrew's worry. But she didn't like his manner.
Claire snatched her satin dressing gown wide, giving him a sight of her incredible body. She was stacked, Andrew swallowed. Taking in her body, it was oddly non-sexual, as he wondered if he'd end up with bigger tits, or a cuter smile.
It wasn't the reaction she'd wanted, and she tucked her gown closed, and tied the belt loosely back in place.
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