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Birger stayed quiet a bit more before looking at her. He was going to say something but then closed his mouth and furrowed his brows. He was trying to figure out what to talk about before blinking. "So what have you been up to?" He asked softly. He had been kind of distancing himself from Yora, just so he could focus on himself, his business, and therapy.

Luther groaned, "Don't jink it, okay?" He sighed and smirked. "You wanna make a bet on it? If it is a boy I get to name the next baby, if you want one after this." He said and chuckled. "And you get whatever you want if you win." He said and watched as the waitress brought their food and left.

James held her hand protectively before kissing it. "You will always be mine, Priscilla... as long as you want to be mine that is." He said softly and walked home with her. He had twirled her softly before reaching the door and kissed her lips just as softly as he had ever done. "I love you, Priscilla. I have... some things planned for us in the near future." He smirked.

Dev blinked, "Nah, I was just being nice." She said with a smirk. He was, of course. Even a damn blind person could see he was handsome. When he spoke about her niece and his brother she gasped and giggled. "Aw no I didn't know that. That is freaking adorable. Ugh... now I am going to make her hang with that boy. You can tell her that after if you want. I am sure she is in the house still. Or well... I hope. She is a good girl for the most part." She smirked. "A lot better than I was at that age." She sighed and poked at the salt shaker. "One time I was told not to climb a tree because it was dying and such, but I did it anyway because some idiot boy dared me twenty to do it. So I did. I won twenty but I also got a broken arm." Dev smirked.

Vlora blushed almost as red as her dress, "thanks, Mi Amor." She said softly and leaned a bit into his hand. She loved the way he made her feel. She was never one for super girly, but he was changing her slowly. She wanted to be a better woman for him. Vlora wanted to see his smile and she wanted him to know that he could be loved. "Hazel... picked out the dress and did my hair. I had another one a little less revealing. Should I be concerned?" She giggled.