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“You were shunning me.”
“I think you look even better in them.”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Try me!”
She sighed quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I love you.”
He tossed another snowball at her.
"You look... so good," he said, opening his arms to her.
"You've already had two. A third one wouldn't be safe."
"Are you sure? I give great hugs."
She blinked tiredly, propping her chin on his shoulder and looking up at him. "Is that a problem?"
He looked pleased, resting his head on his hand.
He grinned, pulling the sheets up.
"Yes. Glad you remembered."
"Should I hug you again or something?" she teased.
She stirred slightly a few minutes later, seeming confused. "...Francis?"
It evaporated and he grinned.
He groaned, stretching out. "Do I have to?"
"And we have three babies!"
"Well, how do you suggest I show my appreciation?"
She murmured, moving closer to him, her cold toes brushing the skin on his leg.
