"Daddy! Stop it! Don't torture Mommy anymore! Don't eat her, Mommy's about to die!" Dorothy Ellsworth shot up in bed, her little fists clenched and her face scrunched up as she yelled indignantly.
The couple, startled from their passionate entanglement, quickly pulled the covers over themselves, stunned by their darling daughter's sudden appearance.
"Dorothy..." Chloe Marshall looked utterly embarrassed. "Weren't you supposed to be asleep?"
Dorothy Ellsworth puffed out her cheeks. "I'm always doing my homework all by myself, and you never keep me company, Mommy. Look at how Daddy's torturing you! I'll stand up for you."
Ethan Ellsworth burst out laughing. "Sweetheart, do you want a little brother or sister?"
"Of course I do."
"This is how Mommy and Daddy make you a little brother or sister. You misunderstood me."
Dorothy Ellsworth looked at Chloe Marshall. "Mommy, is Daddy telling the truth?"
Chloe Marshall nodded. "That's right."
