Page 121 of Hey, Daddy

“No.” Nastya smoothed her hand over Finnia’s head. “She was named Finnia by the old lady that used to own her. Whenshe died, they came as a pair to your mom’s shelter. As soon as I saw Finnia, I knew we had to adopt them.”

She was right.

Just one more thing.

Dogs.

That made our life utterly perfect.

“I think we finally did it, Mama,” I said softly as I watched my twenty-year-old daughter climb onto her mini excavator.

Nastya turned, our son now amazingly asleep in her arms as she said, “Yeah, Daddy. We sure did.”

I squeezed her ass. “Behave.”

She batted her eyes. “Make me.”

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