“You will like bunnies always, I think,” my wife murmured, kissing Gwendalina’s smooth black hair. I stroked my finger down Roxanya’s nose as she curled into me. “You are always so content, my little love,” I said. “Except when you are cold or sleepy or hungry.” “The same as you then,” Merissa jibed, and Gabriel laughed as a smirk pulled at my mouth.
