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Once he was done, he took the washcloth to her body, just washing her off gently |
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Celeste hummed contently, leaning into him. |
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Once that was done, he moved to gather a towel and clean clothes for when she was ready to get out, just settling next to her happily |
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Celeste hummed contently, leaning into him. |
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Sage was more than happy to lay there for as long as she wanted to. When the water started to get cold though he helped her get out and dry off and changed into warm, clean clothes. |
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Celeste, with his help, got dressed and back into bed. |
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Sage settled down on the floor with Liz after that, leaving his hair loose for it to dry. The toddler immediately reached for it, and despite his best efforts to keep it away from her, once she found a chunk she didn't let go again. |
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Celeste chuckled, watching. |
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Sage threw Celeste a glare on response to her chuckle, though there was no real anger in it. He let Liz play with his hair, which was almost down to the floor where he was sitting there by then |
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Celeste smiled and giggled. "Do you want me to cut it later?" she asked. Normally she did so anyway, but she'd put it off while she was pregnant. |
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High Winds and Drifting Snow
