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"I can," she agreed. "Maybe you could talk to him? I mean, it is his choice but still.."
She pursed her lips. "What do you mean?"
He brushed her hair. "And you're my wife."
"You don't?" *** She sighed, laying back.
She smiled slightly. "Not too fancy, but fancier than usual. Also, it happens at night, so sleep should be.. ah.. whats the word?" Her lips...
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you."
He grinned, chuckling slightly. "I guess so."
"I love your kisses." *** She grinned, kissing his cheek.
She seemed hesitant. "Well.. We'll see."
She hugged him gently. "Don't die."
"That's still my family."
"I dooo!" *** "Agree we'll both have a good day."
"He hates me more."
"But you're not dying right now," she said, sitting up with a somewhat concerned expression. "Right?"
"I do like my family. That's what I was saying."
"Yes I do!" *** She nodded. "I will if you do."
"Or, y'know.. It could."
She pursed her lips. "Oh, shush. You're not dying."
"I like some of my family. I like my mom."
"Usually I wouldn't have to." *** She sat up, kissing his cheek. "I love you."
