No Buns In The Oven In This Kitchen

(I live with my fiancé, future sister in law, and her fiancée, who is also a woman. I’ve cooked dinner, but I have a general rule that everyone must make their own plate up. My sister-in-law is in the kitchen making up hers, and her fiancée walks in, looking for her own plate. The girls usually call each other ‘Baby.’)

Sister-In-Law’s Fiancée: “Are you making Baby’s?”

Fiancé: “You better not be making babies in my kitchen!”

Me: “They couldn’t make babies in our kitchen if they wanted to…”