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Michaela looked up from her book and over at Laurel with a furrowed brow. There was no way she had just heard her right. “Excuse me?”
“Make me a sandwich, please?”
“Why can’t you do it?” Laurel pointed to the sleeping baby on her chest and Michaela sighed. “I cannot wait until she’s walking and you’re running around trying to catch her.” Michaela pulled back the bedspread and got up. “I’ll just be laughing at you.”
“You won’t be running after her too?”
Michaela pretended to think for a moment. “Nope,” she said. “I’ll be on the sidelines feeding her candy to keep her energy up.”
“You’re cruel.”
Michaela leaned in and whispered, “And yet you still love me.” She kissed Laurel and then headed to the kitchen to make a sandwich.