Ashley reached out for him and began to lead him to their bedroom. Once there she began to kiss him and guide him to the edge of the bed. They broke a...art when they got there and Ashley rummaged in her bottom drawer for something. She found it and showed it to him. It was ivory coloured, six cylindrical inches long, about 3/4" in diameter, pointedly rounded at one end, flat at the other. Keith recognized it as a vibrator. "Who's that for? It's so small," he said. "It's for you, love. I wanted. ” I shook my head. “But the bottom line is the same: we need to make this decision together. And if she really wants to say ‘yes’, then I need to say ‘yes’ too.”“Need to say ‘yes’? Or want to say ‘yes’?”“Both.” I took a deep breath and gave my baby mama a quietly serious look. “I love her, Kim. If she says ‘yes’, can I really say ‘no’?”“I don’t know. Can you?” Kim sighed. “If you really needed to, if it was the right thing to do, could you turn her down? Look, I’m not saying you should, I’m. She said, "Everything still on the bed can go for now. I am gonna go bag up some stuff for the baby."I d**g a box around to the other side of the bed and smiled at her technique. Looks like everything she didn't want was now on the floor. I gathered a pile of jeans and shirts and loaded them in the box then there was the other pile, socks and bras and panties. I noticed she seemed to favor brightly colored lacey thongs though a few of them had a****l prints with neon colors mixed in.I listened. “Don’t bet on it.”Marylou said, “You can’t possibly think that poorly of her.”“She’s a spoiled rotten little brat,” Max said. He looked over his shoulder at his wife. She looked like she was going to argue the point. He said, “Don’t make her breakfast this morning and see what kind of tantrum she throws.”“She’s just cranky first thing in the morning,” Marylou said.Max said, “She can be as cranky as she wants. If you aren’t in the kitchen, then you won’t have to listen to it.”“She doesn’t like.