78: sunny-style

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"Jordy! You didn't have to do this. In fact-- nevermind-- I'm not hungry anymore. Just come home!"

Jordan yawned as he shook his head tiredly and eyed the clock on his dashboard that read 4:06.

Dahlia had woken up in the middle of the night with some cravings, and being the amazing man he was, Jordan threw on some sweatpants and a shirt, ready to get his wife whatever she wanted.

"Doll, babe-- I'm already at the store."

"But you didn't have to--"

"I know I didn't have to— I wanted to. If there's anything you ever need, all you gotta do is ask. I got you."

Jordan smiled, hearing his wife's sniffles and as she finally calmed down he asked her what exactly it was that she wanted.

"Mmmm... some mint' chip ice cream and chile limon Funyuns?"

Jordan scrunched his face as he walked down the frozen food aisle, shrugging as he yanked open one of the doors.

"Hmm... don't know how that combo actually tastes, but I definitely dig Sunny's style."

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