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"You're warmer than the stove, you should stay." He murmured, resting his head against her side. |
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Caden let out a breath, slipping his eyes back shut. |
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She slowly fell back asleep |
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Rose woke around midday, panicking. "Oh, shit. Babe, did you have any meetings today?" |
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"What--Oh, no." He said calmly, perched on the side of the bed watching football. |
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Rose breathe a sigh of relief |
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It was his old team playing the Dallas Cowboys, Caden absorbed into it as he imagined himself back on the field. How the wind felt while you sprinted past it, the greatest feeling of tackling an opposing player, winning big games and getting those trophies. Though he missed it, he was okay with having to quit. |
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She watched him with an adoring smile, kissing his cheek as she got up and got dressed |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
