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"What if someone took you?"
"Are you feeling better?"
She raised the paper, giving it to him. It had his name in her bad handwriting. There were red heart shapes cut out and pasted.
"You think you love me!"
He got back into the car, heading out.
"Aubrey. No.'
"Don't worry.. It's okay."
She was quiet for a few minutes before sitting up. "Done!"
"It's great!"
He turned away, going back to his car.
"Aubrey, no."
He sighed, running his fingers through her hair.
She nodded, going back to cutting red paper.
She stuttered incoherently before nodding.
He backed up, looking down. "I should go home."
"Those are other people's babies."
He pulled her close, humming lowly.
"It's almost done."
She was quiet, her eyes wide.
He pulled away slightly, his brows furrowed.
