My Angel was still feeling a little needy after dinner so I sat on the couch with both of them on my lap. The little one was talking to the fire and eating my shirtsleeve and her mother was sniffing my neck. Fuck me I'm an old married man. I felt like a Norman Rockwell painting but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

There was nothing I'd rather be doing. Truth is, I couldn't remember my life before them. And to think I almost wrote her off when we first met; my girl surprises ...