"And if it were the best thing for them," Aramis argues, for the last thing he wants is Porthos' heart to break a second time when something awful happens to them.
His lips tingle, and Aramis leans in for yet another kiss, beginning to grow warm from more than the sun. "And our own children?" he asks. "How many?"
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His lips tingle, and Aramis leans in for yet another kiss, beginning to grow warm from more than the sun. "And our own children?" he asks. "How many?"