“You wanna see Daddy?” Morgan coos at Duke and hands him over, sitting next to me. Duke grabs at my beard, giggling. He looks just like his mother. “He missed you today.” She runs her hand over his copper-colored hair.
“Let me tell you a story, Duke.” I lean back, cradling him against me and Morgan curls against my side. “A year ago, your mommy and daddy had it pretty rough. We didn’t have you and were so damn lonely.” Morgan swats my arm for swearing in front of our son. “Mommy was just my boss, and I was just the foreman who wanted to knock her up.”
THE END