“What kind of name is Topher, anyway?” Saige snorts. “Better than being named after a cheese.” Brenna breaks out into a fit of laughter. “Oh, burn!” “Ouch,” I whine and feign injury. “Whose side are you on?” She giggles and goes to run away, but I scoop her into my arms and tickle her. She thrashes around and begs me to stop in her tiny voice, so I lift her up onto my shoulders instead. The small grin on Saige's face doesn't go unnoticed as she watches us. Yeah, this is happiness.
