"This calls for a celebration... I'll be right back." I narrow my eyes at Emmett. "Behave, you!"
He grins, settling Rose on his lap. She giggles.
I grab a bottle of sparkling cider from the fridge – left over from holidays I didn't spend at home like usual – and three glasses.
When I get back, I pause, watching them. They're in their own bubble right now, oblivious to everything around them.
Shoving aside the pang of longing I feel, I pour each of us a glass, offering a toast. "To little feet, lost sleep, and poopy diapers."
I wink at her.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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Funny toast Jasper...very cute.
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