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Marco ddin't see Amy, untacking and heading inside. |
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Amber neighed a little to Marco |
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"Hiya pretty," He mused, seeing AMy and his face crumpling. Marco entered silently and settled next to her, his arm making its way around her shoulders. "Whats wrong?" |
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" Marco," she paused years coming back down her face " to be honest with you I was kind of hoping I was pregnant, I have PCOS and it will make it hard for me to get pregnant, my biggest fear has been me not having kids " |
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"Well I was kinda hoping you weren't, i'm sure you will just... not now." |
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" I know you were hoping I wasn't you have a life and want to fulfill it and you don't want your days to be filled with a crying baby " |
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"Well I want one eventually just, maybe in a year or two." |
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" let's hope I'll be able to have one" |
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"You will be able to, i'm sure of it." He murmured |
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She looked down and played with her fingers then Amber nuzzled her hands an Amy pet her |
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