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Lang shifted her gaze from the linoleum floor to her husband dozing in the nearby chair. He looked like he hadn’t shaved since Monday. She knew he went home at times, but she hadn’t been paying attention to how long he disappeared for. It felt like he was always sitting there.

“Seb,” she croaked.

He startled and looked around for a moment before rubbing the kink out of his neck.

“Go home,” she added.

“Nah,” he said as he pulled the chair up closer to the bed, and propped an elbow up on the mattress with his head in his hand. “I’d rather be here with you.”

She pulled a hand from under her cheek and reached up, running a finger along his jaw, “You need to shave. You look ridiculous. And you smell like cigarettes.”

“Yeah, well…” he mumbled, taking her hand in both of his. He pressed a kiss to her palm before letting her pull her hand back. “What are you thinking about?”

“The baby’s heart monitor is flat compared to mine,” she answered as she tucked her hand back under her cheek with the other one.

Seb raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“It crossed my mind,” she admitted.

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

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