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“Now, just use those little tapes to hold it in place,” she said as he finished.
“It’s not tape, it’s Velcro,” he said as he finished with flourish. “There. One happily diapered baby.”
“Velcro?” Mia said. “Back in my day, it was tape. Now, I’m feeling old.”
He gave a little scoff. “You’re not old.”
“I didn’t say I was, Larry. I just said I felt old. Now, you, you’re old.”
He shot her a look. “You make me sound ancient.”
“Aren’t you?” she asked, grinning.
“Thirty isn’t exactly ancient.”
“Thirty. My, my, my.” She clutched a hand to her chest. “You’re almost beyond ancient.”
“And just how old are you?” he asked.
“Twenty-seven.”
Twenty-seven and finally ready to start living. She was going to fulfill all her dreams—as soon as she settled on just what they were. No matter what, she was free to pursue them all. She clung to the thought a moment and savored it.
“I can see how those three years make a difference.”
“A big, huge, difference.” She laughed.
He looked at the baby and said, “She’s crazy, you know that already, don’t you? Sure you do. I can tell what a bright girl you are, Katie-did.”
Katie gurgled her response.
“I think she said girls stick together, and you’re the crazy one,” Mia said. “But even though we doubt your sanity, you are officially capable of diapering an infant.”
“Thanks for the help,” he said. “After that diaper, I think I can handle anything.”
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