“You think me and ya mama can make a baby as cute as you?” I asked her, setting her on the table as Anastazia chuckled. “Mmm, yes.” She nodded. “Cool. You might still be the cutest baby though, ’cause you hard to compete with.” I kissed her small hand as she smiled. “But you mine too, so I can be proud of that.” “Is she?” Anastazia smiled as she brought the plate of tacos to me and took Sophie so she’d be out the way. “She yours, so she mine.” I took a moment to pray, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Anastazia was surprised but pleasantly. “Next one gon’ be mine biologically, though, and
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