When the doorbell rings, Liberty sprints from her toys, excited to see her cousins.

“It’s probably Fallon,” I inform my daughter, raising her into my arms. “Let’s see.”

Fallon smiles as we open the door.

“Hola!” Liberty immediately reaches for her. She plants a noisy kiss on Fallon’s cheek. “Pway?”

Fallon lowers Liberty to the floor. “I need to talk to your mommy for a bit, then I will come play with you.”

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