He gasps, hoisting himself up on a stool. “A dinosaur? Emmett, you made me a dinosaur for brunch?” “I tried my best.” He hops right back off the stool, disappearing behind the island. He reappears a moment later, wrapped around my legs as he hugs me tight. With his chin on my thigh and a devastating grin just for me, he tells me, “I’m so lucky you’re my Emmett,” and I hope to God that if there’s only one thing in this world I can do right other than loving Cara, it’s loving Abel. I scoop him into my arms, hugging him tight. “I’m so lucky you’re my Abel.”
