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I try to cover my laughter with my hand, but I can’t contain it when Miles begins to giggle uncontrollably, and soon, all three of us are laughing.
My heart is so full it hurts.
This is what we should have had all along, but I try not to think about what we missed, and instead focus on the fact that we finally have a chance to make up for it.
I already know I’m going to paint this scene—Arthur kneeling beside the tub, Miles engulfed by bubbles, an angry orange kitten hissing in the corner. Chaos and joy and laughter. I think I’ll call it “Lost Time”.
Eventually, Miles is clean and dried off and dressed in his pajamas. Arthur reads him a bedtime story and tucks him in. I lean in to kiss Miles
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