“I towel off my chest and since I’m the only one home, answer the door while wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. “Oh Jesus. Put something on. No one wants to see your version of Magic Mike,” Paisley says as she walks through the doorway. She’s holding Mia in one arm and a diaper bag in another. I grunt. “I seem to recall that you begged me to do a version of it for you.” Paisley’s blue eyes flash at me in warning, but I ignore her. “Baby girl, I missed you.” I take Mia from her mother, givin...g her kisses as she wraps her chubby arms around my neck. “Do you have to cover her in sweat?” Paisley asks, her nose turning up. “I’ve been covered in her puke, pee, and vomit. It’s an even trade.” I make a silly face at my daughter, and she laughs, patting my jaw. “Isn’t that right?” Paisley slides up to me, but her attention is on Mia. “I’m going to miss you, baby.” “I’ll miss you, too, Mommy,” I say in a falsetto. Paisley gives me a smile, one that takes my breath away, because I haven’t seen one like it since the day I met her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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