“Guess what, Daddy?” “What, baby?” “Mommy said I can have a cock.” Sage’s face turns from smiling to stunned. He twists his head to me, still talking to our baby girl. “Baby, you will not be getting a cock any time before I’m six feet under.” “Sage.” I slap his chest lightly, giggling. He grins. “She means a chicken, right?” I nod. “I made the same mistake.” Sage pinches my waist. “That’s because you’re horn—” I flick his ear, so he catches himself, “horribly imaginative.” “I think so, too. By the way, you know what else you are going to get, baby?” I turn to my sweet, beautiful daughter who
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