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"Some are idiots?"
He backed up with a laugh. "You could certainly take it that way."
"I'm not."
"I always want to be near you," he said gently.
She pursed her lips. "Well.. I dunno. I didn't think I was until I met you."
"Humans are!"
He smiled playfully. "Wow, really? My next guess was 30."
He grinned, putting his book aside and running a hand through her hair. "Alright. Noted."
"I'd get jealous."
She chuckled, squeezing his hands. "We do."
"18?" He raised an eyebrow. "And what are you now, 20? 21?"
"You're my wife, you know."
"I'd like to," he said gently. "I just wasn't sure if you would like it."
"Yeah, but.. I'd get jealous because then other girls get to see how cute you look in pajamas."
She offered her hands. "Cookies?"
Gabe huffed, heading to his room while Jared leaned against the wall. "Is that so? Then who else got you?"
"What is that supposed to mean? You're lovely."
"I could start doing that again.."
"..Why?"
