Noah BlakeThe drive to my apartment was calm. The kids spent the whole time playing, and my woman, even anxious, stayed strong, holding it together so she wouldn’t fall apart. I parked the car, Ju got out and quickly helped the kids out of the back.Before we headed to the elevator, a sweet little voice called me.“Uncle Noah.” I turned to look at mini-Juliet. “Can you hold me? Laurinha’s tired.”“Princess, Mommy will carry you,” Ju replied immediately.“It’s fine, Ju. I don’t mind.” I crouched down to her level, slipped an arm around her little body, and lifted her up. The girl giggled.“Uncle Noah is strong, like Uncle Chris.”“He’s bigger. I think he’s stronger than Uncle Chris,” Heitor said to his sister.“Oh, no doubt. Uncle Noah is veeeery strong,” Juliet said, winking at me. We all laughed.We stepped into the elevator, and the kids were fascinated. First, they talked about the underground garage, then the mirrors in the elevator, the music, the buttons, and how fast it was. I
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