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Seb shut his laptop and stretched his arms, groaning at the lack of use. He really needed to get out more, he thought to himself as he stood up. Grabbing his now empty coffee cup, he stopped of in the kitchen and placed it in the sink before walking down the hall to their…

Her giants shirt, as she had probably wanted it to, made him grin again. She looked up at him, cheeks rosy and expression bashful. So fucking cute.

“Baby,” he said, climbing on the bed, “of course I’m yours. No one else’s. I don’t… I don’t even want anyone else.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, wrapping his arm around her growing waist. Slipping it under her shirt, he traced the contours of her back, feeling her shiver next to him.