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"As a pregnant man, it's important for me."
"Was it a difficult fight?" she asked, bringing him a Sprite and sitting next to him.
She stood up, heading to the drawers before pulling out a plain shirt and jeans. She paused before looking back at him, her brows furrowed....
"Are you delusional?"
"Good morning, then."
"Thank you."
Her apartment was still rough, but the rubble had been swept up, and she passed the couch as she headed for the kitchen. "It's good to see you. I...
She rubbed his chest slowly, her eyes loving, before she kissed his nose and pulled away. “I’m going to go get dressed.”
“No, I’m sure that didn’t happen.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Since I’m pregnant, I’m always right.”
She grinned before heading for the fridge, leaving the door open for him.
She sighed, leaning down and kissing him, her hand on his neck. “I’m here for you, okay?”
“You tackled me.
“Are you awake?”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
She gave him a small smile. “Do you want a Sprite?”
“That we’re back here?”
“Yes.”
His eyes fluttered open. “Tez?”
