Melody's POVThe moment I got home, I walked into the living room and sank down into the sofa. The silk of my haute couture dress, which I’d specifically chosen for my meeting with the lawyer, draped over my legs. Normally, I’d head straight to the kitchen when I got home to tackle the never-ending list of chores.But not today.Today, I didn’t care about making Adam’s dinner, or ironing his clothes, and ensuring that the faucets in the bathroom didn’t have fingerprint marks on them. Instead, I was going to just relax. Maybe order dinner in. Enjoy a nice glass of merlot.That is, until a small, sticky projectile slammed into my stomach."Gotcha!"Church stood there, a proud grin on his four-year-old face.He lounged at me, and I realized a moment too late that his hands were smeared with thick, black chocolate syrup. He wiped it onto the front of my dress, staining the ivory silk."Church!" I gasped. “Look what you’ve done!”"It looks like poop, Mommy!" he giggled, bouncing up and d
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