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She laughed, returning to her letter.
She fell silent again, her body relaxing for the first time all day.
"Yeah. I have a lot to catch up on."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm still..." she murmured between kisses, her lips brushing his, "...I'm still furious at you..."
"I wouldn't get taken."
"Then we should just sit here."
"You can do more tomorrow," he said sleepily, resting his head on his hand.
"That's a lovely coincidence."
She studied him, her dark hair framing her face as she watched him with her sharp, intense eyes. There was a silence for a moment before she...
"About getting a baby?"
"You can, though."
"I'm alright. Thank you for making this. Seriously."
"Do you, now?"
Petra was standing there, her arms folded nervously. She wore a gray sweater and jeans, and she looked up at him, her brow furrowed.
"It's their own fault."
She was quiet in the dark, her fingers brushing his skin. "I don't know if I much feel like smiling right now."
"It's lovely, Tez," he said tiredly, folding it up carefully and putting it in his shirt pocket. "Thank you."
There came a small knock on Gabe's door.
"They wouldn't, Mama. You'd never leave me."
