Ob sings softly to Chloe. ...far and away we fly, feel the wind, far and away we fly, dancing with the stars, far and away we fly, Gypsies free are we... He feels her capturing the music, following it in her own sweet way.
Concentrating hard, he feathers his fingers up Pandora's back.
Te amo, mi Bruha.
He is not sure she can hear him, not sure if she feels his touch, or the kisses he presses to the back of her neck, but Chloe gurgles in her sleep, letting him know she feels safe and loved.
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