"Your fault." It's all your fault, Puckerman. Everything. Always. Seriously, stop being so amazing. Except don't, Rachel loves you this way. The whole room is so still, suddenly. Even the baby (which the doctor said was normal). It's like everything just started screaming Sleep for no reason. Even her limbs are starting to get heavy and she slowly untangles herself from around him, nuzzling against his neck.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2012-02-01 08:11 am (UTC)"I love you."