"Of course. I've been with it for a long time. I'm comfortable with it. It's just that I feel different when I hug you."
"Different? Don't I feel good to hug? Am I—" he sniffed his shirt. "Do I smell bad?"
I laughed at his reaction. "You don't smell bad. I was just joking. Give me that." I grabbed my teddy bear and hugged it again, then turned my back on him and lay down.
"What the—? Baby, come on," he hugged me from behind, but I closed my eyes. "Baby, I'm getting jealous."
I opened my eyes. "Jealous of what?"
"Well... you'd rather hug that than me. I'm getting jealous. I need to get rid of it. This can't go on!"
I laughed. "You're jealous of a teddy bear?"
"Yes! Damn it. I don't want this. Just hug me instead!"
"Okay, but on one condition."
I turned to face him. I left my teddy bear where it was. I pointed to the bulge in his pants. "Only if you calm that pet inside your shorts. It's been there for a while."