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“Leave it your kid to pick the biggest pumpkin,” Peter said as the two of you watched Julian struggle to pick up a pumpkin double his size. Audra rested on his shoulder, totally content. She looked so small in Peter’s arms.

“He’s ambitious,” you countered. “I know someone else like that.”

“Between us he had pretty good examples of the word,” Peter confirmed. He leaned over and kissed your temple.