Joe kissed Gibsie’s head and set him back down on his feet. “What do you say, son?” He ruffled his son’s curls. “How do you fancy getting up-to-speed on that doggy paddle of yours?” “What about the bakery?” “Closing shop for one day won’t hurt,” his father replied with a smile. “Besides, I’d rather hang out with my main man.” Nodding his head, Gibsie beamed for a solid ten seconds before bursting into tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” he tried to tell his father, through floods of tears. “I’m happy, Dad, I promise.” “It’s okay, buddy,” Joe soothed, tucking Gibsie’s face into his chest.
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