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Автор Саманта Янг
VALENTINE
An
By
Samantha Young
Copyright © 2015 Samantha Young
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Jocelyn and Braden
Braden threw back the rest of his coffee. “I need to go. ”
“You haven’t even had breakfast yet. ” I frowned at the scrambled eggs and toast I’d made him.
“I’m sorry, babe, I’m late for this meeting. ” He put his mug in the sink, leaned down to brush my lips with his and then rounded our kitchen island to kiss Luke and Beth on their foreheads. “See you all tonight. ”
“Bye Dad!” they yelled after him as he hurried out of the kitchen. Luke immediately eyed the scrambled eggs Braden had left.
“Are you kidding me?” I snorted. My six year old had just eaten cereal, two slices of buttered toast and a handful of raisins for his breakfast. “Where do you put it?” I scraped most of the scrambled egg onto my plate but gave him the rest.
Luke frowned at the disproportionate portioning. “How come you got more?”
“Because she’s got a baby in her belly, silly,” Beth said with a superiority she liked to lord over her brother whenever she could. If she weren’t also incredibly overprotective of him and willing to play with him despite their three-year age gap, and not to mention charmingly adorable, I’d call my eldest an unbearable smartass.
That’s just what happened when two smartasses procreated I guess.
“Don’t call your brother silly,” I reminded her.
Beth sighed heavily, like she was ninety instead of nine. “Sorry. I’m just cranky because of this Valentine’s Day stuff at school. ”
She also
“We have to make a card for someone today and then
I bit back my laughter. “Well, baby, that’s what you do when you make a card for someone. You give it to them. ”
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“Remember talking rule number five. ”
He swallowed and grinned at me. “No talking to people dressed as Santa when it’s not December because it’s not really him because he’s in the Northern Pole and it’s a stranger portending to be Santa. ”
“The North Pole,” Beth corrected him. “
I wrinkled my nose at my daughter. “You are cranky today, Miss Wite-Out. ” I turned back to Luke. “Rule number five is no talking with your mouth full. ”
