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“Okay. See you later, Daddy.” Mac opened the door, and Slade turned to me.

“Hey, Daddy,” he said. “See you after work.”

I squeezed my eyes and grinned. There was just something about him calling me Daddy that made me feel…primal.

“See you later, teach,” I said, and the same expression of pleasure and satisfaction crossed his face.

I already couldn’t wait for that particular role-play in the bedroom.

“I think you mean teach-ass,” he corrected and flicked my nose.

“Nah. That doesn’t work.”

Slade gasped and pulled back. He’d let his afro on the top of his head grow over the past few months, and it gave him the sweetest, sexiest curls as bangs, giving him the cute quality that sometimes reminded me of those stuffies he so loved.

Stuffies that were starting to take over my house, but that was a conversation for another day.

“Are you trying to say I don’t have an ass? How dare you, sir? I’ll report you to the PTA.”

I laughed.

“Okay. Okay. You can be teach-ass. But it sounds wrong. Just saying.”

“Hey, as long as you like my ass, I don’t care what you call me.”

“Your ass? I like all of you,” I told him, and he grabbed me by the neck and planted a big kiss on my mouth.

“Love you,” he said, pulling the door handle.

“Love you too. Say hi to Wesley for me.”

He closed the door with a wink and then took Mac’s hand, and they walked together through the school gates.

I would never get enough of seeing them together. Of how sweet Slade was to Mac and how much she loved him.

I looked down at the piece of paper in my lap and sighed. I guessed we didn’t need it, but…

Certificate of Adoption

Parent’s Name: Slade Myers

Child’s name:Mackenzie Ann Moore

Yeah.

Now there was no doubt.

Our family is official.

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