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He held her terribly gently, his eyes soft. "She's lovely."
"..Your butt is way cuter than mine."
(Zoop?)
He grinned. "Yes. Of course."
"Try me, sweetheart."
She left the room, going to work.
A small smile crossed his face. "She does?"
"I'm gonna have to start doing it back."
She stood up, only to lean down and kiss his cheek. "See you soon."
Francis was in the chair beside the bed, watching them with wide eyes.
"Stop that!"
She kissed his nose. "I love to see you too. I'm going to start early, okay?"
(Zoop!)
"Saying my butt is cute."
She grinned at him. "You will?"
His thumb rubbed her hand. "It's okay. You'll be alright."
"That's inappropriate."
"It is," she agreed. "But the sooner it's done the better."
He went to her side, offering his hand. "Nope. I did what you asked, my love."
He flushed deeply. "What?"
