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"I've been a wreck lately, my six pack went down to a four pack." He grimaced, shaking his head lightly as he continued cooking. |
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"I'm not just with you for looks, you know. I love your personality, your compassion, your kindess, the protection you give me, I love all of you." |
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He smiled softly at that, glancing up at her. "I know, just i'd rather give you the best version of me and not the wrecked one." |
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"I want all kinds of you. Doesn't matter to me. And that's not my definition of wrecked. If you got slammed drunk, hurt me, did drugs, that stuff is wrecked" |
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The man quieted, nodding. "I've checked off two of those things, that says a lot, I guess." |
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Caden finished the pasta, still quiet as he plated the food, setting the plate infront of her. |
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"Of course," He murmured, pecking her cheek as he went and cleaned up, humming a tune. |
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