“Baby girl, what is the commotion?” I coo as her tiny arms reach up for me. “You can’t be partying this late. Your poor mama needs some rest.” I lift her into my arms, and her wet cheek nuzzles into my neck. Tiny fists grip at my shirt, and . . . she just cries harder. “Okay, you’re really mad. I get it. It seems like everyone is tonight, so you aren’t being original at all.”
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