
Ic;;Francis swallowed hard and sighed, sitting down on the couch with his son. Leaning back into the vision, he cradled the baby close in one arm as he ran a hand through his hair before holding him completely again. Since they had gotten back together, it had seemed he had been screwing this up left and right. Why couldn't he go five simple minutes without upsetting his wife? Was he really just that horrible of a husband? [align=center]
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