I made a pregnant. Or maybe that was my heart free falling into my stomach and then bouncing back up into my chest at the sight of Hugh Jackman cradling a tiny bundle of adorableness in NYC this morning. Hugh kept his precious baby Frenchie from getting hypothermia in the nipples by warming doggy with his scorching hot pec veins. When Hugh isn’t protecting little dogs from the Snow Miser’s air kisses, he’s bench pressing Hummers with his nipples so the blood in his veins could melt Nicole Kidman’s forehead.
And to answer the question that has just burped out of your brain, it wouldn’t be weird if you copy and pasted your head over baby Frenchie’s. At least that’s what I told myself when I did it.