“That means we’ll get to play lots, right, Uncle Henry?”
“You bet it does.”
She bounced in front of him with her hands held up, silently commanding him to pick her up. He obeyed, happy to indulge her, and she threw her little arms around his neck. With her hitched on his hip, he took Will’s hand and squeezed. He’d thought he had seen them both and gotten to know them well enough, but in this moment, he understood that he hadn’t spent as much time with them as he should have. If there was one good thing to come of thinking Dylan was his son it was the way it had settled his mind on children. He’d never been opposed to having kids, but neither had he been sure he wanted them, and now he was.
Once he stepped inside, he set Jessie on her feet and told her and Will to go wash their hands for
