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“Gramps says it all the time,” Remy defended himself.
My attention went to my wife as she pushed herself off the couch, her rounded belly leading the way.
Christ, my wife was gorgeous and pregnancy had only added to her beauty—added to the fullness of my need for her.
Atlee had refused to “try” for a baby. Instead, she just stopped getting her birth control shot and said it would happen when it happened.
Three months later, it had happened.
I couldn’t say it hadn’t scared me shitless. What I could say was I hadn’t hidden that fear and Atlee being Atlee understood and rolled with it.
“Willy, a daddy,” Letty taunted. “Who would’ve thought?”
No truer words.
“A girl-dad,” Atlee put in as she made her way to the kitchen.
“Two princesses,” Mrs. S wrongly added.
There could only be one princess—my wife.
* * *
Treats Bakery. Two years later.
Helene Simpson sat and watched.
Sadie had closed the bakery for the day today.
A very special day.
Though something Helene had learned in her ninety-five years was there was no such thing as a special day. Every breath was special. Every minute a gift. Every sunrise and sunset a miracle to be treasured.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the birthday girl made her grand entrance in a pink sparkly dress. Her parents smiled as Jolee Turmel twirled, showing off her frilly dress.
Helene stared at the couple and smiled—how right she’d been all those years ago. Reese had worked hard, he’d proven time and time again he would protect his lioness but always knew when to step back and allow her to shine. And shine she did—Sadie was glowing, as a well-loved woman should.
“Gigi.” Helene felt a tiny fist pounding on her knee and looked down at the toddler.
“Sheesh, child, manners.” She feigned disapproval.
Big brown eyes stared up at her, reminding Helene of days gone by when an identical set used to look up at her the same way—full of mischief and wonder.
Chloe McCray was a spitting image of her mother.
“Gigi,” Chloe repeated.
“Wilson, would you be a love and set my girl on my lap please?”
“Dada.” Chloe clapped.
The child might look like her mother but she clung to her father.
“Do you want to sit with Gigi, angel?”
“Gigi.”
Wilson swung his daughter into his arms. Chloe immediately squealed in delight.
