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The chef looked over at him, awaiting an answer. "Just whatever she wants, spoil her, please."
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"It's fine, babe. Choose something" She said, mind wandering
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"You know her favorite by now, make her some, i'll just have a steak or something along those lines." He mused
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Kayla nodded, worrying and chewing her lip
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Kayla nodded, worrying and chewing her lip
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Gale waited until he was gone, looking back at Kayla. "Babe, what is it?"
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"Worried about the baby, that's all"
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"Listen, the baby will be fine, it'll make it out, happy and healthy, I promise you." He assured gently, cupping her face lightly.
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"What about last time, Gale?"
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Gale went silent, hesitating before sighing, jaw tight as his brow furrowed.
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