Chute Yeah (The Valentine Boys 3)
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I grinned at his outfit.
He had the cutest baby Wranglers on his tiny little tush that I’d ever seen, and a black onesie that said, “This is actually my first rodeo.”
Bringing him up to my face, I pressed a kiss on his bald little head.
Then turned back to my wife.
“Ready to go home, Mrs. Valentine?” I asked.
She nodded her head once.
“Home, Mr. Valentine.”