Help Me
Abby haltingly says and Gabe gives her a small smile.
“Good. Cause I have big plans for a future with you. You aren't dying until I get a big wedding, a few kids and a half a dozen grandkids from you. Actually, I have to die first. That's the deal. So, I don't know what you have to do, but you gotta pull through this.”
“Four-”
“What, darling?”
“Four.. kids.” She whispers.
“Four kids, nine kid, a dozen. Whatever you want!” Gabe promises her. He would give her thirty-seven children if that is what she wants because he just wants her. He needs her like he needs to breath in oxygen.
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