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Cornell watched Ali smile and the mood in her eyes shift, becoming something pensive and musing and he was certain she was picturing it in her mind. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t doing the same thing.

“If it makes you feel better,” she continued, “I was like five pounds. So that averages out to seven and a half. Seems pretty doable to me.”

A breathy, nervous laugh escaped Cornell’s mouth. “Better than ten.” His hand came up to hers, still cradling his face. “I love you. I know I tell you that. But I don’t tell you what it means for me as much as I should. I guess part of me is worried you will be the one to get spooked.” Because you did before, Cornell wanted to add, but feared to. And I’d sooner die than ever go through that again. I’ll never let it happen again.

“Because I got scared before,” Ali said it for him, her mouth lapsing into a frown.

“I’m not afraid of you running. Trust me, I wouldn’t let you go so easily if you tried again. I just worry sometimes, maybe it was too fast or… ” Cornell paused, trying to find the right words. But as it usually happened, when he couldn’t find them, Ali did.

“I told you once before I don’t need time to make this extraordinary. I just need you. And now also Mowgli,” she added with a wink. “And a very tiny person. One day. A boy.” Ali smiled. “Exactly like you. Curly-haired, cocky, and with your smile.”

Cornell pressed his lips to hers, pulling back only when he heard Ali’s mother scream from inside the house, something about Mowgli and a throw pillow. He pulled back slightly and sighed. “I’m confident… we need a dog trainer.”

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