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"Royce!" Emelia cries, lunging for me.
I grin, gently tackling her to the floor beneath me. "It's fate, babe."
Her expression softens into an amused smile. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Yeah." I lean down over her, brushing my lips across hers. "It's why you love me so fucking much."
"Yeah," she sighs against my lips. "But I amnotpotty training a puppy and a two-year-old at the same time, Royce."
"Fuck." I freeze. "I forgot about that."
"Too late now," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "You chose your fate."
I'm pretty sure my fate chose me, but I'm not arguing. Instead, I kiss her breathless while our daughter dances around us, singing about her new puppy, and our toddler and baby both nap upstairs.
