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Plus, Emilio’s skin was a creamy golden hue that glowed from within, especially when he giggled. And those giggles were frequent, thanks to his easy happiness and fascination with the world around him.

The Lion grumbled, “This is unacceptable.”

“The shirt is fine, Kaz.”

Emilio, blissfully unaware of his father’s discontent, lay on the changing table, kicking his legs in the air and gurgling with a joy that only an infant could embody. A soft blue shirt with a cartoon shark was already on him.

Kaz growled. “Someone needs to die.”

“He looks awesome.”

Kaz sneered. “A shark?”

“You picked it—”

“Because the other shirts were rabbits, turtles, and fucking giraffes.”

“Stop cursing, Kaz, and the animal doesn’t matter—”

“Where are the lions?”

“Perhaps, the nanny forgot.”

Kaz gazed at one of Emilio’s guards. “Get the nanny. Now. Bring her to me.”

“Absolutely not.” I waved my hand at the guard. “Leave her alone. I gave her a spa day—”

“Good. Which spa? I will drown her in the—”

“Can you relax? And if you touch the nanny, then I’m going to touch you—”

“I would like that—”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t.”

“Not one lion was in Emilio’s luggage—”

“Enough about the lions. Just please, finish dressing him.”

“How could I? The Lion and the Shark? It doesn’t make any sense.” Kaz lifted Emilio and held him up to his face. “Do you see how sad my cub is about this?”

A bubbly giggle left Emilio. My baby clearly found the tone of his father’s voice entertaining.

Kaz nodded. “He is pissed. Enraged. Ready to bomb this nursery and the rest of the world.”

Emilio began trying to eat his tiny fist. Thick droplets of saliva dripped over his closed fingers, leaving a glistening line down his little wrist.

“Yeah.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “The world better watch out.”

Kaz gazed over his shoulder and yelled at another guard. “You over there. Go to the store and get me tons of baby shirts with lions on it—”

“No.” I waved the guard away. “We don’t have time. It’s already been two hours. At this rate, we will never leave the hotel—”

“But, a shark, mysh?”

“They’re known for their dominance in the water, and they are. . .relentless, powerful, and feared by all in their territory.”

“It is a fucking fish.”

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