"Ryan James, get in here right now!" I yelled through the house, the sound of fast footsteps coming towards my daughters room.
"Yes, Jane James?" He teased, always secretly making fun of the last name I took from him.
"Did you tell our sweet little Zila that she couldn't have ice cream ever again because the ice cream monsters came and took all the ice cream in the world away, especially her favorite chocolate?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I was kidding, darling!" He threw his hands up in the air and went to pick up our five year old tear streaked daughter, throwing her in the air and catching her again.
We had adopted Zila from Africa three years ago on a surprise trip from Ryan, because he had seen I had been looking into adopting since the doctor told us we couldn't have any more k
