Hi Babe Quotes

I kept pretending to sleep. This was hard, the trailing touch at my underwear felt good. Hi fingers went into my hair at the back of my head. "Babe wake up." Hmm. I couldn't ignore him much longer, he would think I was dead.

Hi...ah..." What did she call him? Honey? Babe? Darling? "...Humraaz." The Urdu term of endearment came out before she could stop it. Liam's gaze shifted to her, and his face softened. Before he could ask her what it meant and ruin the performance, she rose up on her toes, pressed her hands against his chest, and kissed him. Without hesitation, Liam wrapped one arm around her waist, pressed his mouth against hers, and bent her over backward in a full-on movie kiss. Her breath hitched and her lips softened. His lips were firm and cool and tasted of coffee and something sweet. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped. But it didn't matter. Upside down, in front of her work colleagues, she was the woman she always wanted to be. Then she was up and back on her feet, lips tingling, an ache of desire between her thighs. "What does it mean?" he murmured gently. "The one with whom we share our secrets." "Then I am your humraaz," he said. "And you are mine.

Tatiasha, my wife, I got cookies from you and Janie, anxious medical advice from Gordon Pasha (tell him you gave me a gallon of silver nitrate), some sharp sticks from Harry (nearly cried). I’m saddling up, I’m good to go. From you I got a letter that I could tell you wrote very late at night. It was filled with the sorts of things a wife of twenty-seven years should not write to her far-away and desperate husband, though this husband was glad and grateful to read and re-read them. Tom Richter saw the care package you sent with the preacher cookies and said, “Wow, man. You must still be doing something right.” I leveled a long look at him and said, “It’s good to know nothing’s changed in the army in twenty years.” Imagine what he might have said had he been privy to the fervent sentiments in your letter. No, I have not eaten any poison berries, or poison mushrooms, or poison anything. The U.S. Army feeds its men. Have you seen a C-ration? Franks and beans, beefsteak, crackers, fruit, cheese, peanut butter, coffee, cocoa, sacks of sugar(!). It’s enough to make a Soviet blockade girl cry. We’re going out on a little scoping mission early tomorrow morning. I’ll call when I come back. I tried to call you today, but the phone lines were jammed. It’s unbelievable. No wonder Ant only called once a year. I would’ve liked to hear your voice though: you know, one word from you before battle, that sort of thing . . . Preacher cookies, by the way, BIG success among war-weary soldiers. Say hi to the kids. Stop teaching Janie back flip dives. Do you remember what you’re supposed to do now? Kiss the palm of your hand and press it against your heart.   Alexander   P.S. I’m getting off the boat at Coconut Grove. It’s six and you’re not on the dock. I finish up, and start walking home, thinking you’re tied up making dinner, and then I see you and Ant hurrying down the promenade. He is running and you’re running after him. You’re wearing a yellow dress. He jumps on me, and you stop shyly, and I say to you, come on, tadpole, show me what you got, and you laugh and run and jump into my arms. Such a good memory. I love you, babe.

Three’s a crowd, babe,” he responded. Warren leaned his mouth close to the microphone. “I heard that. You’re not allowed to call her babe, Nate.” “Hi, Warren,” Nathan said. “Sloan, let me know how it goes.” He raised his voice. “Maybe you can come over when you get back and tell me about it over dinner and a bottle of wine!” “I’ll bring the dessert!” Warren replied. I rolled my eyes.

Hā'awe i ke kua; hi'i i ke alo. A burden on the back; a babe in the arms. Said of a hard-working woman who carries a load on her back and a baby in her arms.

We’ll move again?” she asked. “We?” He tilted her chin up and looked full into her eyes. “This is not an easy life this man offers you.” “Yes, Talon. We. You and I, and the child I’ll bear you in springtime.” “A child?” He pulled her close and held her with strong, loving arms, and she heard the joyous throb of his heart. “When, ki-te-hi?” “When the wild strawberries ripen.” “Then we will break camp when the snows melt and take our canoes south so that our son will be born in Can-tuc-kee. It is a place of tall trees and is thick with game. The grass and water are sweet, and there are no white men there.” “Our son?” She smiled. “Are you a shaman as well that you can tell the sex of an unborn babe?” “Our son or daughter,” he conceded. “It matters not. I will love our child for your sake and mine.

Of course you and I are good,” she says, and then with a wicked smile that could only come from a daughter who belongs to me, she turns to Jed.
“Are you my new daddy?”
There’s groaning, there’s laughter, and then finally Jed has to interrupt and square my shoulders with the stage.
“Now for the real surprise,” he says in my ear, giving me a squeeze.
I can’t imagine what he’s got planned, but then my brain, my mind, my soul, my spirit and the air in my lungs go bye-bye, because on the stage—somehow on my little rinky-dink stage in my teeny little artist colony town—is…her.
“Um, that’s…no way. No. Way.”
Jed laughs and hugs me from behind. Way.”
I open my mouth to make a sound but nothing comes out.

Jake ignored my question. “Who was that first guy you were talkin’ to?” “James. You met him at my house before.” “Why were you talkin’ to him?” “He stopped me to say hi. Why?” “He touched you.” “He tucked my hair behind my ear. It isn’t like it was obscene.” “Not like what Green wanted to do to you. Why the fuck were you talkin’ to him?” His jaw clenched as his body tensed further. “He stopped me. I was politely excusing myself and trying to get away from him.” “That didn’t seem to be workin’, did it? You like what he was sayin’ to you, babe? Like hearin’ him talk about your sweet cunt? Were you thinkin’ about how it would be?” Jake asked crudely, his voice low and rough. “No, what? How what would be?” “Fuckin’ a rock star. Slummin’ it with the lowly mechanic not doin’ it for you anymore?” I stared up at him in wide-eyed disbelief. Fuck it. Poke the bear. I glared at him, my temper rising. “Why are you being a jerk? I’m here with you.” “Oh, so if I wasn’t around? I could leave if that’d make it easier for you to work the room.” He lowered his hands and stepped back. His shoulders were tight as his fists clenched by his sides. “You’re being an ass. Come find me when you calm down.” I shifted to leave but Jake moved back into my space. “James,” he sneered, “tucked your hair behind your ear. Do you know how intimate that is? How it felt to watch that? And Blake? I can’t even go there again. You stood there and let them touch you, Piper. Why?” His hands slammed back on the wall, punctuating the word as his body pressed close to mine. “Jake, I didn’t—” “You don’t care when we don’t see each other. I called you yesterday, fuckin’ hatin’ that I had to cancel, but you were totally fine with it. Christ, you couldn’t even call yourself my woman on the way here. Obviously, you’re still free and available to do what you want.

Jackson: Hi Babe! What are you doing? Julia: Nothing much. I’m really tired! Just going to sleep now babe. And you? Jackson: I’m in the club standing behind you..

Dusty:... how long was I asleep? Jed: Too long if you're sleeping without me.

Hi babe. Andrew’s being difficult about next weekend. I’m so angry! He said he’s not sure he can let me have the time off to go to Edinburgh. What an arsehole. I SO hope he dies!