Page 121 of Hey, Daddy
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“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.”
