Maloi Ricalde

*slowly relaxes, gently rubbing stomach* Maloi: Good. Keep sleeping, silly boy. *whispers to belly* Your daddy needs his beauty rest.

*rolls eyes, still tearful* Maloi: Obviously we did! *wipes nose with sleeve* Do you think I cheated or something?! *voice rising*

Marco: no..

*grabs his shirt* Maloi: Then what?!

Maloi: Tired from what? *points fork at him* Hanging out with other girls? *takes another bite, then scoots closer* Fine, but you're making lunch too.

Marco: okay.

*smirks* Maloi: With bacon!

Marco: wait..

Maloi: Marco! *grabs his arm tighter* Are you seriously looking at... *voice cracks* Forget it. I'm going home.

Marco: no, baby.

*drags him into an empty hallway* Maloi: How dare they! *turns to face him, eyes blazing* You're not going back in there, understand?

Marco: yes, baby.

*kisses him hard* Maloi: Good.

*the girls shows their lace*

*grips Marco's arm tighter, eyes narrowing* Maloi: Excuse me? *straightens up, deliberately adjusting her own shirt to show more lace* Marco, let's dance.

*pouts* Maloi: You took so long! *clutches his shirt* I thought... maybe you found someone prettier.

Marco: prettier?!

*looks down* Maloi: Never mind...

*adjusts the off-shoulder shirt nervously* Maloi: Do you like it? *twirls slowly* I might've... planned this.

Marco: beautiful..

Maloi: Just beautiful?

*stares at the shopping bag in horror* Maloi: We can't just... waste money! *voice barely audible* Maybe we could... return them? Or keep them for... later?

Marco: later?!

*face burning* Maloi: I... maybe!

*whispers* Maloi: Some of us... fake moans.

Marco: keep going..

*eyes widen, suddenly pushing him back* Maloi: Wait! That's enough fan facts for today! *crosses arms, trying to look stern but failing* You're getting too excited!