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Oh my God No

The butter knife clinked on the counter as I set it down My eyes closed in silent prayer as I whisper-hissed, “Would everyone please stop saying titty?”

That hen our son chimed in

It wasn’t surprising He always did stick up for his older sister

The problem was, she was too inquisitive She also didn’t knohen to quit Nikita, on the other hand, was all logic, and he often used that to get her out of trouble

Although it irked me to no end, I had to admit it was really damned sweet

“It’s not a sord, Mom,” Kit offered very helpfully “Titty or tit is just another way to say teat All mammals have teats They’re not offensive; they’re functional”

My eyes closed as a sigh left me

I had to be gifted with smart children, didn’t I?

Vik chuckled from the table The asshole

And when Kit added, “Besides, studies show that people who cuss are lanced across the table at his son before facing

The dark-haired boy turned to ent a on around him “I would rather someone have a foul mouth and be honest than to use charm to lure a person in with pretty lies”

Gods above He was too much sometimes

The truth was, Kit was smart in a way that often intimidated He was polite and eloquent but could so to be He eet and kind and cared for his siblings on a level so deep that it often overwhelmed him He also didn’t have the capacity to lie

Yes

Although Nikita was my son, born of my body, he was more like his uncle Lev than any of us had expected