Teamwork makes the dream work.” Abel cocks his head. “Teamwork is the dream word?” I tap his nose, cleaning the paint off the table. “Teamwork makes the dream work.” I gesture between us as he wipes at the floor. “You and me, we’re a team.” “And Emmett too?” “And Emmett too.” Abel thinks for a moment, then looks over at my phone. “You can be on our team, too, okay, Ma-bear?” “I would be honored, my darling.”
