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"I don't know, maybe I'm disposable and you only need me to cook and stuff for you for free and sleeping together?" |
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"What? No, absolutely not. You're so much more than that, it doesn't matter if you cook for me, doesn't matter if you sleep with me, that's all up to you, it doesn't effect how much I love you, Em..." I murmured, pecking her temple. |
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-Tonight's the night,- I thought, remembering the ring tucked away inside my safe, which nobody knew where it was, sometimes even I forgot where it was. Was it too early? What if I regretted it later on? It'd be best to wait. And wait I shall. |
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I drew my face back to look at her once more, questioning the reality we got twisted up in, wondering just who i'd be if I hadn't t-boned her on that early December morning, and who she'd be if I hadn't gotten her dismissed from the hospital. Probably a lifesaver, probably something better than she was now. -Shut the fuck up Caden, damn.- |
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Emily turned to him, smiling softly before kissing his cheek |
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"It's a shame I can't have you're absolutely stunning eyes, our kids can, though." I mused, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling, waiting to see if i'd just made things weird or if things were still smooth sailing. |
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I chuckled, cupping her face with my hand before pecking her lips, shifting to get up. "We should probably start getting ready,"
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
