Max
I sat quietly at the head of the dinning table, watching Finn as he fiddled with his Scrabble tiles, arranging words and calculating. I couldn't sit still. It was hard to believe, seeing my mini-me seated right in front of me, displaying his startling intelligence.
I didn't know exactly how long I'd stayed watching him like this. I didn't care. I might as well watch him forever, admiring the way his brows knitted together in concentration. “We've been in here for way too long, Finn,” I said softly as I ruffled his blond curls. “Don't you wanna go out and ride your bike?”
He turned his big, blue adorable eyes to me. “But it's spoilt.”
Shit.
I frowned in disappointment. “Oh.”
“But Mommy said she's gonna get me a new one soon. She told me not to ride that old one because I might get
