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Rose had dozed off, head sluped to the side and her hand in his hair |
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Caden readjusted in a way to not wake her up, keeping Murphy still too. |
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He drifted back off, blankets pulled up to his chest. |
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Rose woke a bit laer, making him soup for dinner and more tea |
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Caden woke a while later, the aroma filling his nose with a lovely scent. He sat up, hair in all directions.
"Whatcha makin'?" |
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"Soup" She said kissing his cheek |
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He nodded, standing and walking over. |
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"You feeling any better?" She asked, face concerned as she handed him a bowl |
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"Little bit, defanitely more hot now though." He mused, slipping his shirt off and tossing it into the dirty laundry. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
