"If your mom wanted some of the formula, all you had to do was ask. You didn't need to charge her."
"Yeah, but those chemicals don't come cheap. And I'm sure once she gets some, someone else will want some. And then another and another and another. We can't afford to keep giving away freebies. We'll never get rich like that."
"True. Good thinking Amanda."
"But of course babe. ONE of us has to provide for our family."
"So now I can't provide for us. Is that it??"
"Of course not baby. My big, strong man can do anything! Especially take care his weak, frail, little wife."
Justin reached over and squeezed Amanda's incredibly large rock hard bicep. Or at least tried to.
"I don't think the words, "weak", "frail" and "little" apply to you any more babe."
Amanda laughed.
"Guess not. Aren't you happy about that?"
"No complaints here."
"Hope not. Anyway. As much as fun as it is dry humping you in a random closest, and I have no problems doing that, I have things to do. I need to drop off my sick note, pick up my assignment list, then I'm going home to get some sleep."
"You're not staying in school?"
"No. I'm out "sick" for another week. You think you could have another batch of formula ready by this afternoon? "
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"Great. Bring it by when you come for dinner tonight. My mom's making meatloaf."