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"Kids are tattle tellers, I still remember being one." Gale chuckled |
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she nodded. "I don't want them to hate me..." |
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"Baby they're not going to hate you, I promise." Gale said, cupping her face with his hand. |
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"It doesn't matter" She muttered, becoming defensive and shutting him out |
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Gale nodded, knowing to give her space yet he didn't. "They're not going to, if they do i'll knock some sense into them." He mused, tone bittering just a smidge. |
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"They're your kids. You're supposed to prioritiz them, not me" she snapped lightly |
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"Well you're going to be my wife which means I have to before we eventually have one, even then i'll still care for you more than them." He sighed, her tone angering him. |
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"How will we get married without the guards knowing?" |
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"Hide our identities," Gale proposed, a decent idea. |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
