"Hey, it's not my fault that wherever I go, people get pregnant," he teases, supporting Jess' head as he follows Rachel, idly resting his cheek to Jess' fuzzy hair as he pretends to mull it over. "Yeah, yeah, all right, all right, I'll be your maid of honour. If you find a bow, I'll even wear it to make up for the lack of a dress."
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