My Single Daddy Alpha.
“Just trying to be realistic about what this one’s going to let me get away with today. Would you eat PB and J when corndogs were on offer?”
“Daddy, Daddy, I want a corndog!”
I heaved a withering sigh. “Case in point,” I said a bit dryly.
“Fair enough. I’m relieved you didn’t bring a peanut butter and tuna sandwich,” she said.
I laughed, remembering that conversation with fondness. “Oh, wait, you didn’t want to eat that today? Damn, I had a whole dinner planned and everything,” I teased.
“Peanut butter and tuna?” Noah asked incredulously. “That’s gross!”
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