Six years later…
“Two terms. I knew it all along.”
I turn and look at Fred, who is washing dishes at the sink and frown. “You did not! You said you thought my dad was a crooked politician!”
Fred shakes his head and laughs. “No, I said he probably was a crooked politician like the rest of them. I’m happy to be proved wrong.”
“And he’s happy to be proved wrong that you’re not trying to kill me,” I tease, going in for a kiss. Fred ducks out of the way at the last possible second and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I let out a little shriek just as Luke comes charging into the kitchen like a madman.
“Momma!” he cries out, waving his toy sword around, doing his best Conan the Barbarian impression.
“Hey, honey! Where is Papa? He’s supposed to be watching you.”
“He’s
