Presley peeks over at me. “I hope you’re ready, champ. Puppies are worse than infants. They’re rambunctious and don’t sleep. Worse, we can’t just strap a diaper on and let them free.” “I wouldn’t know.” The somber notes radiate around us. She rests her head on my shoulder. “You will.” “Soon?” Her eyes find mine after she shifts upright. “Oh, now you want to discuss babies?” “When have I not wanted to?” “I thought you were referring to a baby when you brought up the puppy last week.” “She’s the gateway to get you agreeable, and to keep Archer busy. That will allow us to stay busy, if you know
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