Ande shot me a look over her plate of food. One that clearly said I wasn’t the boss of her.
“Shit,” I grumbled.
“We’re going to have more cats,” Slone grumbled.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We are.”
And I was right.
Six weeks later, two more tiger cubs were introduced to the circus.
Along with a mini highland cow.
As my wife stood there with Tiki, the white tiger cub in her arm, she rocked my world.
“I wish Addison could’ve seen this.”
I pressed a kiss to Ande’s cheek and said, “She sees it, baby. She sees it.”