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“Is that my new pet name?” I ask him.

He grins.

“It is now. Because you’re my baby, Beau, aren’t you?”

“I sure am, Daddy Gordon,” I tell him.

“Well, good. But don’t you think I’m changing any diapers,” he laughs, and I nod in agreement.

“Let’s just leave the diapers to the actual baby in this house.”

We shake on it.

This relationship is going to be fun.