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Eventually the waitress came and took our orders, coming back half an hour later with our food.
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As Emily ate, she watched Caden with a soft smile
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Eventually we finished eating, chatting here and there as the whiskey started loosening my tounge, a few things I hadn't meant to say slipping out as I refused another glass.
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"Ready to head home?" She asked, not having drank a whole lot
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I nod. "You?" I question, tipping our waiter 40% before taking my card back and slipping it into my wallet, grabbing my keys as well.
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She nodded. "Could I drive?" She asked
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"Probably for the best, drank too much." I mused, rubbing my temple.
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She nodded, taking the keys with a frown. She led him out of the restraunt and got into the car. She waited for him to get in and buckle before driving toward the house
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I nodded, letting her drive us back as I blinked, seeming to suddenly appear in the driveway. I got out, making sure my baby----I mean, the car was fine, walking inside.
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