Liam
“You already look like your father. The world cannot handle any Noah clones. You even sleep all sweet and peacefully, Lincbug.” I whisper to my nephew as I hold him. Sarah and I are dropping off the twins' newborn photos and I stole him from Noah as soon as I dropped my packages. “Hand over my ladybug too.” I demand Noah, who raises an eyebrow at me. She’s comatose on his shoulder.
“And let you start trying to corrupt my daughter too?”
“Can I have her?” Sarah asks him as she smiles at Evie Rose.
“Yes Aunt Sarahbelle, you can have her. I have a present for your husband anyway.”
“I thought Mama was here.” I glance around for her. Her SUV was out front.
“I’m here. I was in the pantry.” Mama moves to hug us, careful not to disturb her grandbabies. “Pictures are back already?”
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