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Finn smiled. "Well, what would you like?"
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Sera leaned into him a little more, resting her head on his shoulder as she thought. Her hand gently rubbed over her stomach, still flat, but now carrying a whole future inside. “Mmm…” she hummed. “Something warm. Maybe eggs and toast? Or… maybe pancakes again?” She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to look up at him. “Is it bad that I’m craving those already?” She smiled, sleepy-eyed and content, then added, “But only if you make them. Yours taste better.” There was a quiet pause before she whispered, more to herself than anything, “Our baby’s going to grow up with mornings like this… with love like this.”
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Finn smiled. "Of course, love, pancakes it is," he kissed her head, going off to make her breakfast. (Going on vacation, won't be on from afternoon tdy to Fri night)
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