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Noah smiled, "thanks babe," he smiled, kissing her cheek and digging in. |
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"You're welcome," Emery said happily, starting to eat. |
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Noah ate quick, obviously hungry. |
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Emery was halfway done by the time he finished, questioning why all men in her life ate so quickly. |
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Noah smiled, clearing his plate and putting it in the sink. "Thank you, that was delicious," |
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"Good, glad you liked them." She said, smiling softly as she finished and cleaned off her plate before stacking it atop of Noah's and opening her arms up. Rocky sprinted and hopped up into her arms, wagging his nub of a tail. "Hi bubs," |
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Noah smiled and chuckled, watching the two. |
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Rocky was then carried like a baby as Emery went and deposited him outside, the doberman sprinting off. |
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Noah chuckled. "You treat him just like a baby," |
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"I mean, there's no diffrence between him and a baby. Rocky is Max's biological son, totally, don't ask, I can't answer." Emery said with a bit of a laugh, watching as the dog snapped at butterflies. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
