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He wobbled slightly, but kept up.
"Me opera? You operg!"
"I cannot believe you."
"Don't make me regret my decision."
Avice sighed with a small smile. "You just had that hand in your mouth, love. You're getting spit on my face."
"Vaaal! I asked you not to do one thing!"
He hesitated. "You can let go.."
Avice pursed her lips. "Yeah, that works, I guess."
"You have to drink some of your tea, though."
He nodded slowly, his hand gripping hers. "Okay.."
Avice gently wiped it away with a grin. "Merg. Now, try 'ma'!"
"Fine.. Yes."
He stiffly looked up at her, his eyes wide.
Avice went to her, picking her up. "Hey baby girl.."
He nodded. "Well, that's good."
"I can't look up."
She laughed slightly. "That's what I like to hear."
"But it's not."
He nodded, holding steady. "Okay.."
"I know," she said softly, "but still."
