Violet
One year.
I stared at my son and couldn't believe an entire year had passed since I'd brought him into this world.
My enormous one-year-old was currently attempting to escape while I fixed his shirt.
“Thane.”
“Da!”
“Yes, Daddy is coming.”
“Da!”
“I know.”
At thirty-something pounds and wearing twenty-four-month clothes.
Nobody looking at him would believe he had just turned one.
He was huge.
Happy.
Healthy.
And currently trying to crawl away with one sock on.
I caught his ankle before he escaped.
“No, sir.”
He laughed.
“You think you're funny?”
“Da!”
“Apparently everything is Da.”
A large hand reached down and scooped him up.
“'Cause my boy knows who runs shit.”
I looked up at my husband.
“You're teaching him terrible things.”
Doom grinned.
Thane slapped bot
