Chapter 2

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Dans P.O.V

I take a feather duster to the lamps and tables.Swiping and mumbling quietly about my hatred of cleaning.

"Hey Dan"I heared a soft beautiful voice call my name.I Turned to see my bright blue eyed husband.

"Yes Phil"I kissed his cheek as i watched his face grow a light pink. "Still blushes easy,God I will never get sick of that"

He smiled which made me smile."What is that?"I pointed to the blue box he was holding.

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