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"No, he is our son."
He took a moment before standing up and taking his keys, going for a drive.
"Only if you want me to."
"We are all cuddled as a big, happy family."
He went downstairs, sitting on the couch uncertainly.
"Yup. So you can keep up your mean facade. I know the true you."
"No way."
He shook his head, leaving the room.
She grinned. "Don't worry! I won't tell anyone."
"You have not."
"Stop it," he said roughly, his voice quiet. "Just stop."
She shook her head, her hand resting on the back of his neck with his fingers in his hair. "Except me!"
"You're not replaced."
Francis pulled away, his brows furrowing. "Are you serious?"
"Mm. Maybe you're just nice to me."
"You'll be okay."
He frowned. "What?"
She chuckled. "You're the best."
"Don't be!"
He relaxed, closing his eyes.
