“Can I have a puppy?”
“What kind of puppy?”
“A Dalmatian.”
“Hmmm. Dalmatians are known to be high maintenance and a bit whiny. That means you might have to spank him if he’s true to the breed, although then again we don’t spank dogs, you’ll have to teach him to behave.”
“I know how to behave because you taught me,” I giggle.
“That’s true.” He pauses. “Is the bedroom clean?”
“Bed’s made. The shower and toilet have been cleaned and mommy sent out all her Etsy orders this morning already. Mailman picked them up.”
“The mailman saw mommy in her pajamas?” he snarls.
“No, Daddy! I leave them in the box and never let other men see me like that.”
“Good girl. Sounds like this afternoon we’re going puppy shopping.”
“Yay!” I cheer and both our little babies giggle in delight. “Is it just me or is that the sweetest sound in the world?”
“It’s tied for sweetest sound.”
I furrow my brows. “What could be better?”
“Watch. Daddy will show you.”
“Ready Daddy,” I say with great anticipation.
He opens his mouth and I practically jump out of my seat, but he only pretends to speak saying nothing.
“Daddy!” I say at the way he’s teasing me.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I reply and he snares my mouth in a kiss.
A few seconds I pull back and look at him quizzically. “When are you going to show me the sweetest sound that’s tied with the laughter of our babies?”
“I’m not going to show you anything. You just showed me.”
“You mean…?”
“Yep. When you say those three words to Daddy it hits him everywhere.”
“Even in his private parts?”
“There too, but most importantly here,” he says, taking my free hand and putting it over his heart, which to my surprise is beating rapidly.
“Those words do that to you.”
“Every. Single. Time. Because every time I look at you I somehow fall even a little bit more in love and believe me…I’m already all in. For life.”
“For life.”
“For life my love, my wife, the mother of my children. My everything. I love you.”
“I love you,” I say, and I giggle while Daddy laughs, knowing I just said his favorite three words. Come to think of it, they’re mine too.