Persuasive Speech

“You’re not the one pushing them out.”
“I don’t see what’s the problem.”
“Go get pregnant, give birth to fifteen babies and I bet you’ll find out what the problem is real quick. Matter of fact, after you experience it, I want you to go around the world and tell all the men who want a basketball team of children they should feel ashamed of themselves for treating their wives as baby making tool.”
“Ain’t that’s all you’re good for?” Twenty-five pair of feminine eyes, including my own, giving off malicious glares were presented to him and he quickly ate his own words. “I was only kidding, ladies. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”
“Excuse, Miss Ariana, could you please get your fiancé under control before I have to ask you to leave,” the

“Sorry, but if babies could sense when someone is bad or good and preferred to be held by a good person, then he would’ve obviously chosen me over you because of my goodwill natural, so there’s some flaws in your knowledge.”
“Only a horrible person would call another person horrible.”
“Then doesn’t that make you a horrible person?”
“Nope. I was only giving you the reason for why the baby doesn’t want you to hold him. Not once did I express my own opinion on what type of person you are.” He sat the bottle down and placed the baby over his shoulder so he could burp him before he continued. “So, with your past couple of smart and haughtily remarks, you essentially just proved my knowledge as correct.”
He has a point, but at the same time he doesn’t. If I had to give an educated guess, I would say he’s basically saying if anyone was calling me a bad person it was the baby.
“BLURP!”
“That was a big one. I would hate to be your parent when it’s time to change your diaper…”
I couldn’t help but smile watching him talk, play and mess around with the baby. Who would have thought he was this good with

And the fact that he’s actually right about me enjoying every drop of it is questionable on my part.
“Fine,” I said, letting out a sigh of breath. “Thank you for your compliment.”
His devilish smirk converted into a crooked smile and dropped his head and shook it in disappointment. “Freaky intentions.”
I almost dropped the baby, which I had forgot I was holding, because I was trying to slap him on the arm. I was upset, but I still had the biggest, coyest smile on my face. “You kept pressuring and pestering me into saying it. If anything you’re the one with the freaky intentions.”
“I didn’t make you say anything…”
“Why, ain’t you two just a over here flirting,” the director said, coming over laughing. “The child you’re having is going to bring great joy to your marriages judging by the way you’re acting with one that’s not your own.”
“I highly doubt that,” Tre said, giving the baby his finger. “I have a feeling that when whatever it is comes out, it’s going to be like its mother. This little guy here is like a mini version of me; that’s why we get along so well.”
I was about to retaliate but couldn’t after I heard