[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Hospital
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

[color=mediumspringgreen] "You don't have anything to worry about, babes. You won't get trench foot just from swimming."[/color] James said, mostly confident. He wasn't really sure how one got trench foot but it couldn't be just from swimming. Wet socks maybe? Something about moisture. James huffed in amusement as Bee led them through the hospital. Casper was clearly rubbing off on him if he was rambling in his own head about something as bizarre as trench foot.

James accepted the bag from Bee. [color=mediumspringgreen]"Thank you very much. We really appreciate all the help, Bee."[/color] James thanked her sincerely, carefully putting the bag over his shoulder before replying to Casper. [Color=mediumspringgreen] "Well, I wasn't really sure how the formula was stored? I only ever saw it in powdered form in the stores so I just kinda assumed it was that and we had to mix it, put it in the bottle, and then warm it up."[/color] James explained with a shrug. [color=mediumspringgreen]"So, that's some stuff down. We should hunt down the other stuff we need next, like a crib and some clothes."[/color] 

It was a weird experience, suddenly feeling little bubbles of happiness in his chest for no other reason than the love of his life was holding their son. James could just soak in the sight of them, watch them together forever, and he had an idea. He turned back to Bee. [color=mediumspringgreen] "Would you mind taking a picture of the three of us actually? Babes, do you mind if we take a picture together real quick?"[/color]