Page 47 of Roll With The Punches
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He shrugged. “Tired and achy. I think I picked up something on the trip and it’s just now starting to hit me.”
She poked him in the stomach. “Vitamin C.”
He shot her a salute. “Already doing that, ma’am.”
Behind her, Jeff thought Brandon was going to wet himself trying to stifle his snort of amusement.
Emma, however, nodded. “Good.” She hugged him again. “Take care of yourself. Can’t have any of my dads getting sick.”
“I will.”
Brandon walked her out. Jeff was still staring after them when the microwave went off. As he pulled the mug out and dunked the teabag, he let it start to sink in that he was now a “dad.”
