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My dad smiled. He put his hand on Cole's shoulder. "Listen to me, son." That word, in and of itself, spoke volumes. [...]
"You're going to be a wonderful father. And I'm not saying that to make you feel better. I mean it."
Cole smiled at him hesitantly. "Even though I'm a fruitcake?"
My dad laughed. "Are you kidding? Because you're a fruitcake."

Awww!

The minute I walked through the door, a flying potholder smacked me square in the face. "How could you?" he asked as he threw another one at me. "How could you do this to me?" Another potholder, and then a dishtowel.

I wanted to draw the rage and the helplessness from him, and he was just as anxious to replace it with whatever he could draw from me–strength, or patience. Love, or comfort. Maybe something else entirely. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that I'd broken through his walls and been allowed in.

It's too terrible to talk about. All I can say is, I've never hated myself more than I do right now.
–Cole

My poor baby... :(

Cole turned to look at me, and the excitement in his eyes nearly broke my heart. "We could have a daughter!"

This man is so damn precious.

I knew what he needed me to say back. "I love you, son. And the fruitcake too."
–George

The bread pudding waited on the countertop. He already had bowls out. A pan of warm whiskey sauce sat on the stove.

*major drooling*

I have so much to give, Jared. Not only money or things, but love. I have so much love in my heart, and not enough people to share it with.
–Cole

I don't particularly like kids, but I'm not ready to let Cole and Jon go...