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"Night," she murmurs, smiling. She was perfectly happy wrapped in his arms, safe and loved.

pandora-winstead:

She smiles, stripping off her shirt and pants. She get sunder the covers and snuggles up into the pillows, waiting for him to get in beside her.

He strips down to his boxers, getting in beside her and wrapping her arms around her. “Goodnight, my love.”

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damon-rogue:

He nods, “In a minute,” he says, quickly cleaning off the table and putting the rest of the ziti in the fridge before walking after her into the bedroom.

She smiles, stripping off her shirt and pants. She get sunder the covers and snuggles up into the pillows, waiting for him to get in beside her.

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"I'm tired," she yawns, standing up. "Come to bed with me?" she asks before turning to walk into the bedroom.

He grins, leaning over to kiss her. “Good,” he murmurs, caressing her cheek.

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"The idea of us getting married? Settling down?" she asks with a smile. "Not really, no."

He smiles a bit, thinking about it. “Is it weird that I like that idea?”

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damon-rogue:

“Really?” He asks, tilting his head and smiling slightly.

"Yeah," she says and shrugs, grinning. "It feels like we're settling down." She laughs and shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink.

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damon-rogue:

“Anytime Panda,” he smiles, walking over and setting her drink down, kissing her forehead.

"Love you," she murmurs, sipping her drink and then crossing her legs under her. "I feel like we're married," she laughs.

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damon-rogue:

“I can tell,” he chuckles, getting up to serve them some juice Tommy had in his fridge.

"Thank you, love," she says when he stands, taking another bite and then stretching in her seat. "This is wonderful."

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damon-rogue:

“Thanks,” he says, smiling as she polished off her plate and served herself more.

"I so needed this," she breathes, taking another serving and practically scarfing it down.

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damon-rogue:

He chuckles, taking a bite of his own food. “I’m glad you like it,” he says as she nods happily, eating more.

"You're a really good cook," she says between mouthfuls of food.

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damon-rogue:

He brings it over to the table, serving her and then himself before they both sit down and start to eat.

She smiles at him before eating, strangely comforted by the family-like, long married atmosphere. She takes a bite, wiping her mouth and moaning softly. "This is so good," she laughs.

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damon-rogue:

“Top cabinet, left drawer,” he instructs as he pulls out the ziti.

"Got it," she replies, getting out the plates and utensils and walking over to set the table.

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damon-rogue:

He smiles, kissing her forehead as he watches her trace lines on his palm. “The food’s almost ready.”

"Awesome," she says and grins, hopping off the counter and trying to find the cabinet with the plates and the drawer with utensils.

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damon-rogue:

“Anytime love,” he murmurs, kissing her back before hugging her close.

"You're so nice to me," she murmurs, taking his hand in hers and flipping it over. She runs her fingers along the lines of his palm, smiling to herself.

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damon-rogue:

He takes her hand, placing it over her stomach and resting his overtop of hers. “Because that’s our baby. And we’d never put him through what we had to go through.”

"You're right," she murmurs, kissing him and smiling. "Thank you."

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"How can you be so sure?" she asks softly in a worried tone, gazing into his eyes.

“Because we won’t be anything like our parents,” he says in a sure tone.

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damon-rogue:

He smiles slightly, cupping her face, running his thumb along her lower lip. “You’ll be an amazing mother,” he assures her.

"How do you know?" she asks softly, a bit surprised by his easy confidence.

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damon-rogue:

He pulls back to look at her, seeing her troubled eyes and the slight frown on her lips. He leans in to press a loving kiss to her lips, resting his forehead on hers. “What’s wrong Panda?”

"Do you think I'll be a good mother?" she asks softly, looking at him.