DanteI set my fork down on the empty plate and pushed it back slightly. Jenna was actually an insane cook, and the chicken Alfredo she made was better than half the five-star spots in the city.I looked across the kitchen island at Marie, who was sitting in a high chair, swinging her tiny legs back and forth. She was only two years old, but she had been wide awake for the past hour, flat-out refusing to go to sleep despite the dark circles under her little eyes."So," Marie babbled, holding onto her plastic cup with both tiny hands and staring straight at me. "House... mine now?"I chuckled, resting my chin in my hand as I looked at the little toddler. "I don't break my promises, kiddo. I told you it's yours, didn't I?""Mine!" she squeaked out, pointing a little chubby finger at the floor, then looking over her shoulder toward the sink where Jenna was rinsing a glass. "Mommy... mine!""Well, your mom can't say no this time," I said, winking at her. "House today?" she asked, tilting
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