“And you look so fu-udging beautiful.” Good save. Remembering Noah, I’d caught myself just in time. A laugh burst out of her. “Fudging beautiful?” “Uh huh. It’s the sweeter version of ducking beautiful.” “You look ducking beautiful, Mommy,” Noah piped up. I laughed. “Thank you, honey. But let’s not say ducking.” “Okay.” He paused a beat. “You look fudging beautiful.” That made me laugh harder. Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “Stop.”
