Tessa’s POV
We had been living with Sophia for a few days now, and she had settled into our home quite nicely. She was a sweet and curious child, always exploring and asking questions. One day, she toddled up to me, her little face scrunched up in concentration. "Mama," she said, her voice earnest and serious. "Mama," she repeated, then paused. I leaned down to look at her, curious as to what she wanted to say. "Mama," she said, and then, with a mischievous smile, she exclaimed, "POOP!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Just then, the door opened and Robert, my fiance, came in from work. "What's going on in here?" he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity. I turned to him, still laughing, and explained the situation. "Sophia's been practicing her new words," I said, my voice light
