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"Hey, handsome" She said, handing him a bowl and kissing his cheek |
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"Hey," He greeted, turning at the right time and managing to press a kiss to her lips, taking the bowl. "Ooh, this looks delicious," |
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Caden took a bite, grinning. "See, you need to be a chef at this point, or at least make some cookbooks because my God are you a good cook." |
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"No because I wanna keep my cooking exclusive to you and our little one" |
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He chuckled, finishing the bowl. "But seriously, thanks." Caden mused, putting the dish in the washer before reaching for a whiskey glass in the cabinet, reluctantly putting it up and exchanging it for another, filling it with water from the fridge. |
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"Stuff's bad for you, besides, trying to not be so much an alchoholic anymore." He noted |
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She nodded, understanding in her features |
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"I mean sure, love getting blithering drunk. Everything about it absolutely sucks, hangovers, health stuff, all sorts of things." He noted |
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Morning Showers then Cooling
