“I think she’s hungry.” He grinned.
“Just like her daddy.” Trish laughed and took the small bundle. Hogan heard Caleb laughing and Baby barking. Jewel had died last winter, and it had broken their hearts. Ralph laid on the porch most days now. Hogan came up and laid on the bed beside Trish and the baby and watched Monica nurse. A soft smile spread across his face. Monica reminded him of his daughters, Alexa and Allain. They would be ten now. In a few years, teenagers. Laura would love that. Christ, he missed her and his girls. His heart was still sore, still tender in that one tiny spot. It would never heal, it would always hurt, but he knew that they were happy, somehow, in the very marrow of his bones, he knew they were happy and so was he.
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