Three Years Later
~Connor~
“PUT THAT DOWN!”
I didn’t even get a full breath before I was yelling across the damn house again.
And of course, he didn’t listen.
Because why would my son, my own demon-in-cute-disguise, listen to me?
No.
He just cackled like a little criminal, clutching the f*****g lipstick like it was a sword, and took off running butt naked down the hallway with pink smudged all over his face and a diaper halfway off.
“Luca!” I shouted, stepping over a trail of glitter and baby wipes like I wasn’t seconds from a goddamn mental breakdown. “That’s your mom’s limited edition—no, do not draw on the DOG—Luca!”
The dog, to his credit, didn’t move.
She just blinked at me with the same dead-eyed exhaustion I felt in my soul, tail thumping twice in solidarity before giving
