His Mate, His Son, His Regret
With how much Valentine and I are intimate, I wouldn’t be surprised if in the next few weeks we didn’t have news of our own to share.
Max, slightly sour that Marvel dismissed him for Vincent, sulks as he walks back to the hallway, most likely to peek in on them playing. I bet Max will soon get another system for his place and practice playing by himself so he could play with Marvel next time.
“That man needs more grandkids,” Quinn says, shaking her head. “Could you imagine him with a granddaughter?”
I chuckle, “He actually told Valentine to try for a girl the other day.”
“Your future daughters would have some fierce protection. Their older brother, father and grandfather are all scary in the
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