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"Same" She said simply, leaning on him, pecking his cheek, and taking in her dishes
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Sage just smiled and moved to sit down by Liz as Amira cleaned up
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Amira walked to the bedroom, cleaned up a few clothes, started laundry and did the floors. "So I'm essentially a stay-at-home mom?" She teased, walking past Sage to switch the laundry over
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Sage chuckled softly and shrugged. "If you think you want to be," he noted lightly.
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"Well there isn't much else I like to do except take care of Liz and be with you..."
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Sage nodded with a hum. "Then he a stay at home mom," he noted. "The art has been giving us everything we need. We'll just keep doing that."
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"Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you into feeling...I don't know, like, the main provider of the house and you have to do that so we don't all die or something..."
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Sage chuckled softly and shook his head. "No....I don't mind," he noted softly. "Besides, I like providing for you. For the family. Makes me feel at least a little bit useful," he admitted
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