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She rolled her eyes playfully, sighing. "You're lovely."
"They would probably kick us out."
She shook her head. "Never again, my love."
She grinned, her eyes kind. "I have a crush on you."
"Isn't that bad manners?"
She looked a little hurt, but said nothing about it. "Can I take you back to bed? Is that okay?"
She kissed his shoulder. "I'm glad to be here with you."
"Right now?"
She squeezed his hand. "Your head is bleeding, baby. Why are you on the ground."
She nodded, resting against him. "I think so."
"You're the clever one. What do you propose we do?"
She sighed, watching sadly as she wiped the dirt from his forehead. "Oh, my love.. You're okay.. It's okay."
She frowned. "And you wouldn't lie to me?"
"And neither do you, but we both know."
She muttered under her breath, finding a cloth. She put his head in her lap, gently holding the cloth to the wound as she brushed his hair out of...
She looked up at him, resting her head on his shoulder cautiously. "I don't mind it.. Do you?"
"You definitely did."
She opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw him. Quickly she set Aubrey down and went to him worriedly. "Jack?"
She blinked before joining him, her eyes hesitant.
"You called your husband the same thing!"
