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Rosa had moped, sweeped, and vacumned, all while holding Dmitri because he threatened to start crying when she put him down. |
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Caden finally came back, stressed from the meetings and tired. He managed a silent wave to Rosa as he went straight to brew a cup of coffee before pouring it and starting to sip on it. "Hey babe, what've you been doing all day?" The man asked, trying to not ignore her. |
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Rosa sighs, "Dmitri has been troublesome, crying whenever I put him down. I had to hold him the entire time I cleaned the house" she explains. |
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"Sounds better than meetings," He mused lightly, taking Dmitri gently from Rosa, the two beaming at one another. |
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Rosa chuckles, "your son is too clingy" she teases |
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"Eh, i'll live with it." He responds, smiling as he teased Dmitri. |
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Rosa smiles, "Clara is sleeping, she's a good sleeper, perhaps too good" she chuckles |
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"Well that's good, means if we can get this guy to sleep we can have some alone time again." He mused, Dmitri already quieting. |
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Rosa nods, "We can't let Clara sleep too long cause else she's not gonna sleep tonight" she warns though. |
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"Gotcha," He says walking and picking up Clara hushing her quickly. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
