P: (Chokes several times trying not to cry, frantically wipes tears, tries to say something but fails, clutches his shirt for support as if she is going to fall).. I am... sorry.. I don't mean to.. cry... (breaks down further hugging him tightly).
A: (hugs her back, tight...turns and sits on the bed with her in his lap...lets her keep hiding his face in his chest while he talks, still soothingly caressing her back and arms) This won't do Fuggy, anyone would think you're not happy to be with me. You do want to be with me right? You're going to be with me, as my wife. No arguments. Our futures are one from now on...from the time I fished you out of the river, really. And what you said before...of course not just for the baby. Just if there is a baby...you understand don't you? I know you understand.
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