Latham pressed his tongue against his cheek, a half-smirk lingering on his face. “Come on. Dad’s probably getting impatient.”
This was the first time since their wedding that someone had tried to nudge Dorothea and Latham toward having kids. She’d just never imagined the pressure would come from a doctor.
Latham let the subject drop and drove her back to the Stephens Estate without another word.
As soon as the car rolled into the garage, their little shadow came running right over.
“Aunt Dorothea, you’re home! I’ve been waiting for you forever. I drew a bunch more pictures today. Will you come grade them?”
It had only been a week, but Dorothea could’ve sworn Garth looked taller.
She had to ask, “Garth, did you get taller?”
He looked a little confused. “Aunt Dorothea, do you really think so? Actually, I just styled my hair today. I saw the main guy on TV do it, so I wanted to try!”
Latham couldn’t help but twitch a smile. He reached over and ruffled Garth’s carefully spiked hair until it was a complete mess. “You’re in first grade. Already trying to look cool?”
“Uncle Latham, you’re so annoying!” Garth stared at his wild hair, about to burst into tears. “You ruined my style! Tomorrow I’m going to the amusement park with Flossie!”
Latham crouched down and scooped Garth up. “Alright, come clean. Who did you make plans with for tomorrow?”
Watching the two of them, Dorothea couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes it felt like she had two kids in the house instead of one.
Latham tucked Garth under his arm and strode ahead, frowning just a little. “Garth, stop sticking to my wife. Tell your dad to find you a mom.”
Garth squirmed and kicked, trying to break free. “Uncle Latham, you’re so stingy!”
“I’m not stealing Aunt Dorothea from you. Why do you want to break us up?”
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