And he comes in, with a grin. A small dimple begins to form, competing with the mesmerizing ocean in his eyes.
Baby, I'm gonna take the trash out, and then you can come in the room.
He leads my hand to the juvenile surprise of a clean, orderly bedroom.
Eyes wondering to the new space in the closet with the start of clothing we have for herIt dawns
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