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“Ready?” Mazi asked with a grin, standing back far enough for me to greet Norah. I kissed her cheek and stole a peek at the three-month-old little girl sleeping on her shoulder.

“We named her Patrice,” Mazi said proudly. “Mom would have loved her to death.”

“She’s a terror,” Norah confirmed, but she did it with a smile, every bit as proud as her husband.

I knew exactly how they felt. Moving the short distance to the rear of the car, I reached in to help Pita out. She’d already taken our one-month-old daughter, Lily, from her car seat.

“Sassy and stubborn as hell,” I confirmed with a grin. “Just like her mother.”

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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