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lol) Kayla lay on the bed, thinking |
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Gale gaze out the window, then at the gardens, then at the maids tending to the gardens outside the window. Man, imagine not living up in a room like this... couldn't be Gale. |
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"come to bed" she suggested |
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He nodded, laying beside her. |
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She turned into her side, thinking again |
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He slipped his arms around her waist, nuzzlng his head in the crook of her neck. |
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She placed her hands over his, interlacing their fingers |
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"Just think, sooner or later there'll be another pair." He said softly. |
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"Still crazy to me" she mused. "We're gonna be parents" |
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"I know, spent the first 27 years of my life being a criminal and now i'm about to be a parent. Strange to say aloud." He said quietly. |
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Windy with Flurries
