Chapter 464 – Family Breakfast

• About forty-five minutes later Jackson and I leave the bedroom with a damp and happy little girl between us, one of her hands in each of ours. She trots happily forward and we both grin down at her, I think both of us still buzzing from the happiness of bathtime.
• To say that Marigold was happy with the warm bath is an understatement. In fact, the whole bathroom was a wonder to her – from the big porcelain soaking tub to the flowing warm water and the bubbles and the toys. Safe to say, I don’t think she’s ever going to growl at me when I propose bath time ever again.
• “Marigold!” My dad’s voice booms out in the living room and all three of us whip our heads up in surprise.