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“You alright, babe?” He asks. You were lying on your stomach on top of him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say.

He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”

“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams or something?” You say.

“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.

“That might work.” You laugh.

“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.