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"Hey, Reade...sometimes I think that I can't possibly go on...I think, how do I live without you, when I HURT ALL THE TIME; where do I find
comfort now? YOU were my comfort, my grounding. I should have died with you, I WANTED TO, and you should have let me...except now I'm
carrying your baby - two months now...what do I do, Reade? Do I keep him or her, and if I do...I'm actually running from every police agency in the
world: no resources, almost no support, with a child in my arms?
I wish you were here. You would know what to do - you'd figure out a way to keep our baby AND attack Madeline. I need you, and I love you, and I
don't think that I can give up the only piece of you that I have left. I miss you so much, SO DESPERATELY, Reade. At least I have OUR BABY...
at least that...Goodnight, Baby. I'll make sure that your hijo or hija knows you for the hero you are, that you gave your life for us. I‘ll tell him or her
about you every day...I promise ...
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I wake up ten times per night to watch you sleep because I can hardly believe that you're actually HERE, with Nat and me. I don't know HOW,
and I don't care WHY-Reddington is a master criminal and a man that we've worked years to apprehend, and it's fucking HILARIOUS that it's
because of him and Denbe (FULL DISCLOSURE: when he carried you in, I kissed him on the mouth), I was so happy-DENBE, not Reddington!)
that our family is reunited. We have a long road to travel, and I will be by your side the entire way.
Your family has been so helpful, you know, and my Mom has also been-she completed rehab and spends most days here. When I phoned The
Wellers, Patterson, Rich, and Weitz that you were back they all wanted to come here right away; that was a BIG NEGATIVE as per the Doc
who Reddington paid to nurse you back to health. You being here is beyond unbelievable, Reade. I never wanted to live without you, and I
was so sure that I'd have to...and NOW I DON'T...I didn't protect you, which I promised I'd do, and I'm so sorry. I missed you so much, mi amor
and now that you're back, I'll never leave your side again - EVER...
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It's BOSTON'S NIGHT to be with Rich, allowing their other partner (Patterson a much-needed break, now that she's pregnant.) Boston kept his eyes
open to appreciate their husband's newly svelte physique (a tribute to his diet and exercise regimen AND - let's face it - Patterson's encouragement
and influence) with appreciative eyes: the swelled-up cock in his mouth PULSED, and pulsed again, alerting the painter/forger/counterfeiter and
scammer to ready himself for the other man's orgasmic eruption...once Rich spurted, Boston clenched his lips shut while groping for a clutch
of Kleenex@ to spit into...
Once his mouth was clear, Mr. Crab kissed his way up past his husband's abdomen, chest, neck...jaw...when the male couple finally faced one
another (and Boston angled for a kiss), Gord stopped him with a hand around his throat: "Did I permit you to fucking KISS ME? EH?
"No -No, Sir," the submissive partner admitted, eyes lowered. "DON'T let it happen again." And he kissed him forcefully.
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