you look at him with a genuine smile on your face as he keeps the shark stuffed animal on his head. Gage leans back into the couch, with an exhausted sigh, he raises an eyebrow at you when you won’t stop staring at him. He reaches out taking your waist, pulling you into his chest Gage: what’s for dinner? he grumbles, signing confidently as the scent of your shampoo fills his nostrils
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