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She had cooked up spaghetti and placed a bowl by the pot after turning it off. She heated up the shower next |
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Caden parked in the garage and got out, tossing his gear bag outside, running a hand through his damp hair as he walked inside. "Babe?" He called, curious to where she was. |
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She was walking down the stairs. "There's my football star" She said with a smile, kissing his cheek. "Shower is ready for ya" |
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He smiled at the sight of her, walking towards her before pecking her lips. "Listen, I know i'm like--an hour later than when I told you i'd be back and i'm sorry, got caught up with my coach." |
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"I'm not your warden, it's your sport, your house, your day to do whatever you want. I spent 3k, you played football, it's a win-win" |
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"You sure it's fine?" He asked again, turning towards upstairs. |
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He nodded "Thanks again!" Caden called, heading upstairs before slipping into the shower, the warm water feeling pleasent as it ran over his skin. |
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She dished up food for them both |
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Caden reutned back downstairs in a pair of sweatpants, hair still damp. |
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Sunny
