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Y/N grasped onto Alex’s biceps, holding on for dear life. “You do?” she asked.
“Of course I love you, silly,” Alex replied, chuckling slightly through the tears. “I love you so much. It hurts to think you would even consider leaving me for a job.”
“I never considered the job as soon as I knew I would have to leave you. It’s you. It always has been.”
“Well, now I feel bad for making you give up your dream job for me,” Alex pouted.
“It’s not my dream job. Taking care of you and Ethan is, Alex. Besides, I’ll be working at the FBI until it kills me,” Y/N replied.
“Don’t joke about that,” Alex scolded.
“Fine, until you kill me.”
Alex shot her love a warning glare.
