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Amira thought about the future while playing with his hair |
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Sage was more than happy just to rest there for a bit with her. He did wonder if she'd really want kids... They were settled in, and had jobs now. She'd mentioned them before, but he wasn't sure if in the moment she'd still want them or if she thought they were ready |
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"What'ya thinking about?" She asked |
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Sage opened his eyes to peer up at her with a hum. "Just...us," he mused. "Growing a family. I don't want to rush things but we have steady income," he noted, huffing out a s breath of air. He kept going back and forth. |
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"I would like a child, but it's up to you. It's half your decision." She murmured |
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Sage hummed softly, peering up at her. "I think a family would be nice," he mused after a moment. |
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"Then we will." She murmured |
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He smiled at her a nodded happily. "We can start trying whenever you're ready," he hummed |
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She bent over and kissed his forehead. "How about now?" She asked, a smile on her face |
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Sage couldn't help the grin that crossed his face at her suggestion. "Really," he chirped. "I would be more than happy to get you pregnant this second," he added mischievously, a purr in his voice |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
