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He went and picked up the now pierced pear, taking a bite out of it. |
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She watched, worrying and chewing her lip |
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"You alright?" He asked, seeing her bite her lip. |
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"Worrying about the baby" |
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He nodded, setting the pear down and walking over to her, taking her hands in his. "Hey, it'll be alright. The baby will be healthy and we'll be good parents, I promise." |
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She just nodded, pure fear in her eyes |
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"Hey," He started, tilting her face to make her look at him. "It'll be fine, trust me." |
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He pecked her lips, his arm light around her waist. "C'mon, let's head back." |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
