“Are you happy?” I asked. With his arms still around the three of us, he looked up at me through those incredibly long lashes and nodded almost distractedly. “Yes.” Those massive hands went to the small spines of his mini-mes before detouring to gently touch the pudgy cheeks, his smile growing even wider as his gaze landed on mine once more. “But I can’t remember anymore what it’s like to not be happy.”
