"Oh, mom's already planted the seed of thought, trust me."
"Good." Holly snuggled against Paul's chest. "I want our kids to grow up together, you know. Be in each other's pockets. Best friends. True siblings."
"What about the McDonnell history with siblings and chainsaws?"
"I'll hide the power tools."
"Thank God for you, Holly McDonnell." He pulled back and tipped her head up. "I mean that. I thank God for you."
Holly's eyes swum with tears until she shook her head and pushed Paul back. "Now cut that out," she ordered. "You had strict instructions."
"Job's done, toots. You're all hitched now. I can make you laugh or cry all I want."
"Well, that's enough of that." She carefully wiped her eyes. "My mascara will never stand up to this sort of treatment. Go find your man. Stat."
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