The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
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I nodded and quietly stepped out of the room.
Downstairs, I picked up my phone and called my nanny. She answered after a few rings. I asked how my babies were doing, and she immediately switched to a video call. She was holding Adriana, who was busy chewing on a toy. Before I could even ask about Adrian, she flipped the camera. Tonia was carrying him and he was happily chewing on her face.
I burst into laughter the second the camera switched.
“You better compensate me with Korean skincare products,” Tonia complained, wrestling with Adrian’s tiny hands, “because this boy thinks his spit is some kind of luxury facial treatment.”