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"You're not sure?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Addie groaned slightly, her nose brushing his side as she shifted in her sleep.
"Sure."
"What?"
He draped one arm over her shoulder as they moved.
(Maybe HE wakes up first.)
"Come on. Let's head out."
"I think so."
"Alright. This way."
Addie was still asleep, her face in his side.
"I know," he said with a frown. "How disappointing."
"That's good, I suppose."
Besides from the tin rocking chair, there didn't seem to be much else.
"Do you know where you're going?"
"Not picky, are you?"
The note was written in large, loopy handwriting. "Zaddy- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. You're good and kind and more careful with me than I...
"Good!"
"We could. Let's do that."
He squinted as he hung up the painting. "Here?"
