Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
I open my mouth to protest, to say that we need to talk as a family, but before I can Kent’s head whips to the side because he heard – as we all did –
The little puppy’s sad whine as he comes around the corner of the couch, looking for me.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur, unwrapping myself from Kent’s arms – which is easy, because they go slack – and taking a few steps over to the puppy, who basically jumps in my arms when I lean down to pick him up. I pet his head, cooing to him, sorry to have left him – because I’m the only friend he’s got in the world right now, as far as he knows.
“Is that…” Kent says, a little breathless in his shock, “is that a dog!?”