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Her brows furrowed in worry, and she reached her hand up to brush his jaw, though it was nervous. "Oh, Row.."
She sniffled. "Because you'll never forgive me."
He nodded, leaving the bathroom.
Her brows furrowed. "And what? What happened?"
"You're furious with me. You won't even care."
Francis opened the door. "Want me to grab her pajamas?"
He grip tightened as he pulled them out. "Wh.. What did you say?"
"I'll cry."
He chuckled. "Fine, fine."
Her eyes widened slightly. "How do you know?"
"Please?"
"It's cause you're her mom."
"I don't want you to be scarce.."
She sighed sadly. "I knew it."
"Does she now? I'll have to test that theory."
Her hand reached up to touch her gills. "I might have to stay out of the water a bit."
"Are you?"
He laughed. "Easy to please."
She looked up at him. "I'm sorry."
She was quiet before looking back at him. "You're not actually mad, right?"
