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“We're so lucky to have family like we do."

"We are. And maybe we can even add to it."

Leaning back, I looked at him in surprise. "Did I hear that right?"

He shrugged. "I figure I'm not that old. Might be fun to give the girls a little brother."

"Or sister."

He paused. "Um ... a house with four girls in it?"

Giggling, I kissed his lips. "Five. Don't forget your wife."

He sighed. "We're going to need more space. And I'm going to need a bigger swear jar.”
― Melanie Harlow, Irresistible

“And I need something for the bake sale this afternoon," she added.

"What bake sale?"

Another eye roll, accompanied by a foot stomp. "Daddy! The fundraiser for the eighth grade trip to Washington, DC! I've told you about a hundred times."

I jumped off the bed and hitched up my flannel pajama pants. "Eighth grade! What the fuck, Millie, you're only in sixth. That trip is two years away--no wonder I filed that under Forget This Immediately." I went over to my dresser and grabbed a USMC sweatshirt, pulling it on over my T-shirt.

That earned me a heavy sigh. "That's a dollar in the jar, Dad."

"No, it's not! I was only at fifty cents."

"The F word is a whole dollar, Daddy," Felicity informed me.

"Oh, right." I paused. "You know what? It's worth it.”
― Melanie Harlow, Irresistible