The living room smelled like breakfast.The table was already loaded with all my favorites.I dropped into a chair and yawned.Finley had been ridiculously clingy last night.Every so often, he'd wake up crying, and I had to soothe him, pat his back, and coax him to sleep again.If I was even a second too slow, the tears started.He was like a puppy that hadn't been weaned yet.Finally, Finley set the egg custard I'd asked for in front of me.Honestly...Cooking and I did not mix.The last time I tried, I almost blew up the kitchen.Finley got so scared he cried, then banned me from ever going near the stove again.Since then, he'd handled all three meals every day.He nudged the bowl closer and looked at me with big, hopeful eyes."Mommy."By now, I knew the drill.I ruffled his hair, pinched his cheek, and grinned."Finley, you're amazing!"He squinted happily, trying hard to hide his smile.At eight sharp, Finley's assistant, Peter, arrived to take him to work.I
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