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❛   emma  wants  a  puppy  .   ❜    he  repeats   ,   sounded  more  like  daphne  wanted  a  puppy  but  he  wasn’t  going  to  open  that  can  of  worms  right  now  .   his  brow  arches  as  he  slides  a  coffee  mug  her  way  .   ❛   oh  are  we  ?       he  hums  ,  bringing  his  own  cup  to  his  lips  .   sure  ,   a  puppy  wouldn’t  be  the  worst  thing  in  the  world  .  but  did  it  really  matter  what  he  thought  ?   emma  was  getting  a  puppy  .   ❛  so  ,  when  she  gets  tired  of  feeding  &   bathing  walking  .   .   .   all  the  things  that  are  gonna  come  with  this  ,   i   assume  you’ll  pick  up  the  slack  ?   

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          𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐒, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓. Still…  Have you met our daughter? If I so much as IMPLY she can’t handle it, she’ll lose sleep just to prove me wrong. If she’s turning to anyone for help, it’ll be you, Sir Jones. As boastful as this was, Daphne did wish Emma could find herself turning to her mother too. Maybe not with picking up dog poop and stuff, but with other things… ANYTHING, really. The older she got, the more the two drifted; soon there would be an ocean where there once stood a lake, and once, simply a stream.  I’m thinking we take her the day after her birthday. Let her think it’s all over, and all the gifts have been opened. Then: BAM! Best parents ever.