“You scared the hell out of me,” I said, laughing and crying at the same time.
“You ridiculous dog.”
Behind us, Edduin was giggling, slapping the crib rail with his palms.
“Doggy! Doggy!”
The dog turned, stood on his back legs, and put his front paws lightly on the rail so he could sniff the baby.
It should have scared me.
It didn’t.
Every part of my mom-brain went quiet and just… knew he wasn’t a threat.
I scratched behind his ears.
“Okay,” I said, shaky. “Okay.
You can stay. But we’re doing this properly.”
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