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She laughed slightly, looking up at him. "Francis, it's wonderful."
"Am I going to die again?"
"Hm. I'm sure."
He was quiet for a moment, twisting his sheets with his fingertips. "I don't have much longer, I don't think."
"Because I'm talking too much."
"Yeah," she murmured, her voice full of love. "He looks just like you."
"Yeah, what else is new? Can I get some information, please?"
"That's sad."
He waved away her concerns. "It's fine, Aspen. This was going to happen eventually."
"I should be quiet."
She smiled, looking down at James. The baby was fast asleep, his black hair messy. "He looks like you, huh?"
"It's an entire poem, you dinosaur," she teased, nudging him. "Besides, what makes you bring that up? Are we still talking about the devil lady?"
"No?"
He glanced over at her. She would see the dark circles under his eyes as he shifted to try to sit up.
"That too."
She laughed slightly, leaning back against him. "You hungry?"
"You didn't know? Why are you trying to make an obscure reference while not knowing it yourself?"
"Totally."
Mr. Pemberly was looking out the window in his bed, his monitor beeping duly as he exhaled slowly.
"I shouldn't do it, though."
