Page 121 of Broken Beyond Repair

“Regular baths,” Sydney reminded him.

“I know, and I’ll burp her after meals.”

Sydney pointed a finger at him. “Don’t let her see the table you made out of her old engine.”

He laughed. “I promise.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

With the last car waved off, Sydney wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist and let out a long, happy sigh.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Beatrice said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’m exhausted and I’ve been waiting for my final course all day.”

Sydney took her by the hand and led her across the threshold. “Help yourself. It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

“Very good.”

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