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Long day of traveling, but I did manage to write 1000 words today — even if it wasn’t all for Seize the Day. The words I did write for it are below:

“Are you sure you’re okay, Mari?” Savin asked as he leaned against the door to their bathroom. Mari hunched over the sink, toothbrush moving around feverishly in her mouth. She glanced over at him before spitting out the remainder of her toothpaste and rinsing out her mouth.

“I’m fine, Savin,” she murmured, shutting the water off. She straightened herself out, pulling her long hair up loosely behind her head. “It’s just a bug — I’ll probably be done throwing up by tomorrow morning or something.”

“You have work tomorrow morning, Mari,” Savin pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you never get sick like this.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not just a bug,” she insisted, stepping out of the bathroom. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and shook her head. “You worry too much.”

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay,” he said quietly, lightly gripping her chin and tilting her eyes upwards. He gave her a slight smile — one she tried to give back. “You know better than I do about all of the stupid crazy shit that exists out there, being in internal medicine and all.”

Mari rolled her eyes slightly before leaning against Savin, resting her head against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him. “Stop. Worrying,” she ordered, giving him a tight squeeze. “I feel fine, now.”

Savin nodded and held her close. They remained that way for a moment before Mari spoke again, her voice quiet against his shoulder. “I think we should apply for reproduction rights,” she said, turning her eyes upwards. Savin tensed, keeping his eyes forward “You know I really want children, Savin.”

“And I still think I’m not ready for them,” he muttered, letting his arms fall away from her. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a slight scowl on his face. “It’s not like we don’t still have time –”

“They can take over a year, Savin — and if we get married in the fall, I’ll be thirty-three then. We’d only have two years before I’m disqualified from providing genetic material,” she pointed out, frowning. She moved away from him and headed towards their bedroom. “I’d be thirty-four by the time they approved our applications at the youngest — and I want more than one kid.”

“Can’t you just say that on the application? Don’t they allow multiples?” Savin asked, raising an eyebrow. “And what about where I stand on the whole kids thing? Don’t I get to have a fucking say in this?”

“It’s just filling out an application, Savin!” Mari muttered, shaking her head. “We don’t even know if they’re going to approve us or not –”

“We’re both doctors, Mari. Neither one of us have any health issues that could disqualify us. We put in application for children, they’re gonna approve us,” he pointed out, following her into their bedroom.

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