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*I smile*okay okay.. I'm gonna change then, get out..

*My smirk widens, and I don't move an inch.* No. *My voice is a low, husky murmur.* I think I'll stay. I want a front-row seat for the show.

*the doctor adjusts his glasses nervously* Sir, I understand your concerns but- *glances at Kylie* legally, without a court order, her parents are her default guardians unless she's of age. *clears throat* If she's 18, we need proof of emancipation or- *hesitates* Alternatively, you could marry her.

Then we'll get married.

*eyes snap to his, jaw dropping* WHAT?! *tries to sit up, wincing* Shiloh, you can't be serious-