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HE RAN after the little curly haired girl, as she ran around the living room "get back here you little monkey!" Enjorlas laughed as he ran after his daughter, her giggles filling the house, he finally was able to get a hold of her and placed her on the table "i caught you, you little fox" he laughed before Camille giggled "you have big legs! i can't run that fast" she pouted before he kissed her forehead
y/n stood against the doorframe and looked at them "Cami, bed time aime" she said before the little girl kissed her fathers cheeks and hoped down going over to y/n "bonne nuit, papa" the little girl said as she walked away from her mom, y/n helped her daughter get ready for bed before fixing her night gown and tucking her in "maman, can we have pancakes with papa tomorrow?" "alright aime, now go to sleep you need your rest" she said kissing Camille's forehead watching her daughter drift to sleep
y/n turned the lap off and yawned as she had drifted off next to Camille, she got up and closed the door behind her gently, going back to her and Enjorlas's room to find that he wasn't there, she checked the living room and found him going over some papers "Cami wants to make pancakes with you tomorrow" "I'll do that before I leave" "what about when she wants you? what am I supposed to say to her if you don't come back" she shot back staring at the stupid man she had fallen in love with
"I will come home, I promise you both, I will not die at the hands of a bunch of stupid mindless soldiers who've been brainwashed," he said getting up and walking over to his wife, she watched him as he pulled her close by her waist "love, I will return home by any means, I will not abandon you and Cami, remember my vows? I'll do anything and everything for you" he whispered to her as he scanned her face, her once beautiful features, now worried
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