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A lazy Sunday morning in bed was one of their sacred rituals. So Charlie was more than startled when he woke this Sunday morning and Nick’s side of the bed was empty.
“Nick?” he called out, instantly chastising himself when he heard the coffee machine. He smiled, snuggling back in.
Suddenly, Daisy strode into the room, hopping onto the bed. Charlie giggled as she tried to kiss him all over. A sign hung around her neck:
Please make an honourable man of Papa so I can be Daisy Nelson-Spring
“Spring-Nelson!” Charlie yelled.
He could hear Nick’s laughter from the kitchen.