The tearoom lady called me love. All the shop ladies called me love and most of the men called me mate. I hadn't been here twelve hours and already they loved me.
My parents never gave me a nickname. But for my friends, I am everything from 'Nushki' to 'Nusheshwar.'
You don't call Acheron 'babe.' (Valerius) You don't call Acheron 'babe' because...well, that's just sick. But I call him 'babe' all the time. (Tabitha)
Sometimes Kellen calls me 'Coach.' Sometimes he calls me 'Pops.'
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Sweetheart,' 'darling,' 'luv.' I like these words; they fit me like a comfortable old pullover. I remember them from childhood; that's what innocent little boys were called by cheerful aunties back then, to make them feel welcome and secure in the world.
I honestly don't remember when and why I started calling my mom 'Momsi'. These are family things; it starts for some reason. It's not that I just call her Momsi; I call her other things as well!
Some things we need to talk about, but not here. I'll see you later, darling." "No you won't, nut muffin!
My brother still calls me didi, which is so endearing. That's how our mother raised us.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
She takes off your drawers and works you over, she calls you Twinkles and you call her Rover.
