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"Utrana," he grumbled, his voice imminent with worry and anger.
"No, you."
She sat up to kiss the back of his neck lightly before letting go.
Francis was holding Diana, his brows furrowed.
She pursed her lips. "Fine."
"It'll be okay. It'll be okay."
"I will, but you have to as well."
She relaxed, laying next to him.
He kissed her forehead. "It's okay, baby."
"I could! 15 daelyns."
She gave him a kiss, her hand on the side of his face.
He nodded, hanging up as he cradled Diana.
"Well I certainly could."
She pulled her hand away, squinting at him. "I love you."
"Hotel Melano," he replied quickly. "Room 207."
"You think I can't?"
She placed her hand over his mouth lightly. "Shush."
He picked up the phone before going to Diana. "Derrick? Hello?"
