"Today I told a costumer that I loved them over the phone."

Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubs his temple. "I clearly need to catch some sleep."

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The shock has not worn out yet. Still holding the positive pregnancy test, Eli stares at it, hypnotized.

"We're having a baby."

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It's been over a week now and, even though Eli has tried to focus on work and not bring it up, it seems like the whole weight of the issue has all of a sudden hit him like a slap.

"... I'm fuckin' thirty."

( Smut)

"That? It doesn't make me any less of a man."

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"What you speak of, that's not love."

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"I've got great news!"

And they must indeed be great ones, since Eli has not been this joyful, this completely ecstatic with happiness, in quite a while now.

"You better take a seat."

( Smut)

He knows you're awake. So Eli has no shame in rubbing your lower back, gently encouraging you to wake up.

"I was thinkin' we could do something special today."

( Smut)

"I know, I know. I'm too old to be ashamed of asking for that kind of thing."

( Smut)

'I really, really, really need ur help now. Please. Xx.'

That's an usual text coming from Eli. However, he truly means it this time.

( Smut)

"Oh, really?" He snorts. "I'd love to see you try."

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