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Chapter 15
The next couple of days seemed to go by in a blur. James began moving his belongings from his apartment into our house when he could find the time. Work was uneventful, to say the least. I found time to speak with Chris about his offer and decided it wasn’t the best option for my family and me. I really did want to go to college, but I put my future plans on hold when Makenzie was born. The other day, I heard Kenzie call James daddy, and it made me cry tears of joy. We never pushed for her to call him that; we waited for her to decide. They were outside, and she brought him a bug excitedly, asking what it was. The five feet it took her to get to him, she chanted daddy over and over. When she went down for her afternoon nap, he insisted on talking to me about my
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