Page 102 of Faking Mr. Right


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“Me too, Mommy!” Emilia piped up.

“Of course, and Cici will have her own pony too.”

While those words might sound like empty promises for some families, I knew Anna meant it.

“I’mma name mine Horace.”

Horace the horse,” Anna said, shaking her head. “You get your naming skills from your father, clearly.”

“Chip off the old block,” I said proudly, patting the little guy on the head.

He grinned up at me as Emilia tried to come up with names for her own future horse. “Nala!”

“She’s a lion, not a horse.”

“So?” Emilia said stubbornly. “I can name my horse Nala if I want, right Mommy?”

“Yes, of course, sweetie,” she said gently.

Emilia threw a handful of feed toward the chickens with a satisfied and happy smile on her face, her pigtails bobbing in the wind.

“Jesus,” I said to myself, but Anna overheard me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I just keep asking myself…how did I get so damned lucky?”

Anna took my hand in hers. “I dunno, but I ask myself that every single day.”

I leaned over and kissed her lips, planting a kiss on top of Cici’s little head as well. She was fast asleep in her mother’s bosom.

Three kids. A wife. An animal sanctuary that put my dreams of owning a farm one day to shame. Life certainly hadn’t gone as I had planned it all those years ago and thank God for that. It was better than anything I could have ever imagined.

The End!

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