Edward is laughing, rubbing Odin's belly, though his eyes are on the mess of puppies around him. They're stumbling around the pen we erected in the backyard. The littlest one – Eisa – keeps tripping over her big paws, falling on her face time and again.
Freya's got a mouthful with the biggest pup – Loki, the howler – who keeps trying to get away.
Edward looks up at me, his smile as radiant as the sun.
I walk over to him and sit down beside him, surrounded by my family.
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Had to be Loki of course...mischievous little puppy.
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