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Sage nodded lightly as he moved to get his own clothes on. "If we didn't have somewhere to be and you weren't so close to having the kiddos I would be dragging you to bed," he sort of noted with a chuckle, as he watched her move about the room. |
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Celeste smirked. "Well... I guess we can be fashionably late..." |
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Sage sort of chuckled. "We just got everything on," he sort of groaned, but didn't mind it either way. "Of course, once you're not pregnant we can have plenty of fun," he hummed softly |
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Celeste rolled her eyes. "Well, this is pretty much your last chance before I pop these babies out and then you hafta wait 3 weeks after that for me to heal properly," |
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Sage sort of huffed out a soft breath, but chuckled as well. "i know...but you do want to go to this ball, and I'm not sure you wouldn't just wind up going into labor if we started soemthing now," he pointed out. He pecked her lips lightly. "We can dress up once you're healed and then do it. Make it fun," he chirped |
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Celeste rolled her eyes. "Fineeee" she whined. "But don't come after me when you're needy ass needs it before I'm healed," |
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Sage pouted slightly, clearly only playing. "I think I can manage that," he whined, eyes glittering lightly. "Now, let's go to that ball," he chirped lightly |
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Celeste nodded and smiled, taking his hand, holding a sleeping Lizzie in her other arm. |
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Sage took her hand and gave her a wide grin, before moving to slide out of the room, walking along next to her as they made their way down to the ballroom or...wherever this ball was taking place. He wasn't sure how these things worked. He just hoped there's be free food |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste smiled, walking with him down to the ballroom. There were hundreds of Solarians dancing around in the center, a few talking to each other or eating the little bites they had to offer at the refreshment table. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
