Four year olds (Chapter 96)

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"HOLY--NO!" He places our plates full of food on the table. "Rory Doss and Noah Morales at scene of murder as they watched him get beat to death." I scoff. "Heh, wow!"

"..Hey you remember that record player we bought when you bought the house?" I ask. "Um yeah, it should be in that closet." He points. "Can I use it?" He sighs.

"Y/n...you don't have to ask it's your house, too! You can do WHATEVER you want in and with it."

"Right, sorry!" I run to the closet and pull it out. "And please, stop apologizing for stuff you don't have to." He sighs again.

"UGH, Right sorr- nevermind." I plug it in and slip out the record onto the player. The songs began to play.

I sat down to eat. "Kit?" he was eating "Yeah?"

"I love you..."

"Love you too."

We sat there eating I finished and washed my plate.

"Ya like weddding planning?" He asks.

"No?"

"Well, that sucks..."

"Yeah, I guess."

I went into the room and rested my head against the headboard.

He walked in. "You okay?"

I sigh. "Yeah, just kinda stressed..."

"I guess you should be." He climbs next to me.

"We both should be Kit. You're getting married too."

He rested his head on my shoulder. "I know."

"Kit, you're the best person alive."

"You too."

"Not possible..."

"It is, too!"

"It is, not!"

"Yu-uh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's not!"

"We acting like...--"

"Four year olds?"

"Exactly..."

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