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(Yoop!)
"Fine. Make your frittatas."
Her words hurt him, but he shook his head and continued.
She nodded, looking worried.
His eyes widened. "Careful!"
"You can believe what you will, but I'm telling someone."
"I love you too," she said quietly. "More than anything. I'll be okay."
"Too late for your frittatas."
He flinched before standing up, turning to leave.
She nodded quickly, taking breaths. "Okay. Okay.."
"Frittata?"
He blinked, pulling his hand back. "What..?"
She nodded, taking his hand and looking panicked.
He glanced back. "Egg pies?"
He rested his hand on the side of her neck. "I have to, love. I don't want you to get hurt."
Running her hands through her hair nervously.
"This is unhealthy," he said, his brows furrowing. "We need to tell someone.."
She nodded, her eyes wide. "Child now!"
"This is out of control, Eden. You have to do something about it."
"Tooooo late."
