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He nodded. "I'm gonna lay in bed. Just cause it's comfortable."
She kissed his cheek. "For sure!"
He crossed his arms. "I'm not." *** "Just how it's supposed to be!"
He smiled. "Good."
She grinned. "Perfect!"
He paused. "Don't please." *** She grinned brightly. "Of course, guys. It was my pleasure."
"Of course I'll come with," he said. "Then maybe we can go out and do stuff?"
She kissed him. "Were both the best?"
He nodded. "That's fine." *** She put the sweaters out, each the requested color along with the name stitched into the back of the collars with...
He grinned. "Whole day."
"Okay," she said quietly. "You're the best boyfriend ever, by the way."
"We won't." *** She nodded cheerfully. "Totally. I need Becca, Michael, Eleanor, Bryce, Regina, and Burt."
He blinked, a bit surprised. "Yeah.."
She pursed her lips. "You're a trophy boyfriend."
He frowned. "We are not going to die." *** She waved back. "Hey kiddos!"
He grinned at her. "Not today."
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad to be back."
She sniffled. "You don't want to be my trophy boyfriend anymore."
"Hm?" he murmured. "I guess." *** She smiled self-consciously. "Alright."
He brought her hand up and kissed the back of it. "That's okay."
