best time playing Santa for your kids.” I snap my head up. Penny is still looking into the camera, but a blush has erupted over her face like wildfire. “I mean, your eventual kids,” she rambles. “If you even want kids. God, I mean . . . yeah.” “Hell yeah, I want kids.” I wet my bottom lip; now I can’t stop thinking about Penny with a little red-haired baby in her arms. I haven’t given much thought to children beyond knowing that one day I’d like to have a family, but that doesn’t mean the fantasy isn’t appealing. I’m not planning on giving up Penny unless I’m physically forced to, so maybe
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