Anthony
I watched my 10-month-old twins crawl over the two Border Collies lying on the floor with Holly’s and Maverick’s twenty-two-month-old twins toddling over to Scout and Daisy, who sat perfectly still guarding their little prince and princess and tolerating Jori and Jonny.
“These dogs are so good with the babies,” Maverick said.
“Yes, it’s a good thing we listened to our wives and got them when we did.”
Maverick chuckled. We heard laughter coming from the kitchen, and both of us smiled. I could hear Brayden spouting some of his almost-seven-year-old wisdom.
“Holly and I are thinking about having another baby.”
“That’s awesome, she and Sierra can be pregnant together. Call each other and complain about cavings and how we are spoiling them too much.”
“How far along is she?”
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