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Max

I sat quietly at the head of the dinning table, watching Finn as he fiddled with his Scrabble tiles, arranging words and calculating. I couldn't sit still. It was hard to believe, seeing my mini-me seated right in front of me, displaying his startling intelligence.

I didn't know exactly how long I'd stayed watching him like this. I didn't care. I might as well watch him forever, admiring the way his brows knitted together in concentration. “We've been in here for way too long, Finn,” I said softly as I ruffled his blond curls. “Don't you wanna go out and ride your bike?”

He turned his big, blue adorable eyes to me. “But it's spoilt.”

Shit.

I frowned in disappointment. “Oh.”

“But Mommy said she's gonna get me a new one soon. She told me not to ride that old one because I might get injured.”

“Alright then,” I glanced around. “Got any toy trucks around?”

He shook his head. “No. But I've got books. I've got Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Wanna read to me?”

Oh, fudge. This was way worse than I'