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"Do you still love me now that you see what I brought upon us?"

Head on her chest, one arm lamely hanging off the couch, Jake smiled in his half-asleep state.

"Oddly enough, I still do."

"Then I guess that's what they call true love, isn't it?", she stated more than asked, hand still combing his hair.

"That, or I'm just an awesome guy that always forgives the many flaws and mistakes of his not so awesome girlfriend. Outch!", he winced weakly at her kick. "Don't hurt my beautiful body! Just because yours is temporally damaged doesn't mean mine has to be, too."

"Ass", she said, not at all sounding convincing as an almost audible smirk grew on her face.

Eyes still shut, he kissed the skin just under her neck softly.

"Just kidding babe. You're still the queen of hotness."

"Liar. Beyonce is the queen of hotness. What do you think she's called 'Queen B', Jake?"

"Am not, and you're way hotter than her. And by the way, I think we both brought that on ourselves."

"Yeah, but that's because I'm such a hot piece you couldn't keep your hands off me, so, you know. My fault. Me and my perfect body and my hotness and my sweet face are totally guilty."

Nuzzling a little more against her skin, Jake started laughing, half at what she said, half at the tone in which she said in, which screamed more 'burnout' than 'hot '.

And at themselves, too. Or at least, at the two walking dead than they'd become, all because of such a tiny little thing.

"I can't believe we made such an asshole."

"Oh my God, Jake! You can't call our baby an asshole. You can't call any baby an asshole."

"Well, I love him like crazy, but he is! He cries all the times, and when that's not enough for his taste, he cries and poops. He does stop once in a while to eat, I'll give you that, but by doing so he uses certain things that would be better off with me, if you know what I mean. What do you call that?"

"Ew, gross. And to answer your question, crying and only stopping to eat? I'd say you in front of 'PS : I Love You'?", she chuckled.

His head shot right up, offence written all over his face.

"Okay, one, everybody with a heart cries in front of that movie, and two, I didn't cry that much!"

"You cry seven times in a row everytime you see it!"

Her laugh was getting crazy now, and despite his hurt feelings (he really didn't cry that much) he couldn't stop his own smile as it vibrated through his body.

Leaning on his arms, Jake pushed himself up, moving the hair away from her face as he hovered over her.

"You really do like beautiful, you know."

She smiled that cute little smile she always had when he told her something nice, almost as if after all this time, she was still embarrassed by it, then laced her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss before whispering against his lips.

"I'm so glad I did this with you."

"Yeah, I know, I'm a super good kisser."

"Not that, idiot. I meant the whole 'doing my life and having a baby with you'. Wouldn't have been as awesome if it wasn't with you."

"Well, I don't know if you admitting that when you're super sleep deprived is good or not, but...yeah, I do make everything awesome. I mean he's an asshole, but he's still super cool, and I think we can fairly say that he has his father to thank for that."

She kicked him again, but still smiled back at him.

"Your ego still needs a serious kick in the butt though."

"As long as you're the one to kick it, it's totally fine by me, Santiago."