Kree, on the other hand, looks just like me. The Native American traits in him are strong. His hair has a bit more wave to it than mine does though. And his eyes aren't brown or blue, they're hazel. He has my nose, ears, lips, chin, and everything else though. Sometimes I look at him and think about how much my parents would have loved him, loved all of them.
By the time I had finished rinsing them the best I could, CG was back. We tag teamed the whole thing. I washed. CG dried. Kree was the last one out of the tub. CG had enough sense to grab them all new clothes when he went to get their soap too. So, we plopped them on our huge bed and started drying them off. The room filled with their little laughter, making us smile.
"Dada," Kree said as he reached his hands out to me.
I kissed hi
