EMMELINE’S POVTwo years later;“Lucian, stop running in the house!”I yelled, trying to sound serious, but I was already laughing under my breath. He tore past me like a hurricane in tiny sneakers, curls bouncing, giggles wild and loud like he had the whole sun tucked behind his teeth.I had flour on my cheek, a wooden spoon in one hand, and absolutely no chance of catching him unless I planned on sprinting through the living room in fuzzy socks. Which, at this point, was tempting.Cedric caught him first, of course. Strong arms scooping him up mid-sprint like he’d done it a thousand times before.“Gotcha,” he chuckled, lifting Lucian high above his head as the little boy shrieked with delight.“Daddy, I was winning!” Lucian pouted dramatically, his arms flopping in the air.“You were,” Cedric agreed with a soft smile. “But Mama said slow down, and we listen to Mama.”Lucian scrunched his nose and mumbled something about unfair rules.I just shook my head, walking over and brushing a
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