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"Except it wouldn't be good if I was pregnant, but it is if you are?"
"No, I'm okay."
"Your feet are cold," he teased quietly.
She huffed. "I'm hurt."
"Nope!" she said brightly, before getting the matching socks out of the drawer. They had fish patterns.
"Oh right. Cause you're pregnant."
"I'm not suggesting anything. It's up to you."
He squinted, but said nothing.
She blinked before tossing more snow at him. "Cheater."
She was quiet before sitting up and going to get dressed quickly, before tossing him some clothes.
"Totally the coolest."
"Still. It's your life."
He relaxed, kissing her hair.
She glared at him.
"Me neither."
She chuckled, starting off. "Right."
"Uh huh."
Francis woke a bit later, blinking blearily.
"Evaporated!"
She kissed his cheek. "We are."
