Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

Look at me! I was so against monogamy, and now I’m wondering how I can order a

fucking casket that fits two people so I can hold Emmy’s hand when we’re dead.

LOL!!!

“Of course I mean it. I’d go to war for your daughter. For you, too.”

“Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.”

I’m falling in love with Hudson. How could I not be? The man learned sign language for my daughter.

He makes me believe. In love, in healing, in relationships that don’t end.

The title of dad doesn’t have to apply to the person who’s biologically attached to a kid. It can be someone else who’s willing to step up and fill that role.”

I love your mom. Very much. I’m going to tell her soon. Do you think that would be okay with you? If I was around more? Like a dad? My friends say their daddies love their mommies. I’ve never had a daddy. Yeah. I swallow. Like a dad. Yes, she tells me with tears in her eyes. That would be okay. Mommy and I love you, too.