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Noah chuckled with a smile. "What would you like for dinner?"
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"Whatever you want," She mused, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.
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"Mm... chicken fettucine." She answered
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"Chicken fettucine it is," he hummed happily.
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"Thanks babe," She murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
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Noah smiled. "Anything for my fiance,"
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"I'm gonna go shower real quick," She noted, heading upstairs and coming back a few minutes later. "How can I help with dinner?"
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"You can sit right here, and look beautiful, just as you always are," he smiled, patting the counter, which was clean.
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She smiled warmly, doing exactly so. "Glad to know you think i'm pretty,"
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