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She shook her head, snuggling into her father and trying to absorb every ounce of affection he was giving. “Dadda…hate icky baby..” she whimpered, only allowing him to see her this way. “Hate sharing..”

He pulled her close against him with a sigh. “I know it’s hard to have to share. But Gail, just because I love Ulric doesn’t mean I love you any less. Love isn’t,” he paused as he tried to think of a metaphor she’d understand, “isn’t like a cup of juice. It never runs out, no matter how much you drink.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Dadda mine,” she mumbled against him, grabbing the material of his shirt tightly. “Gail have all da juice. Momma have icky baby.” She was definitely stubborn when she wanted to be.

Jack gave a tired sigh. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get through to her right now. He snuggled his daughter a little longer, and then said, “Mm, I think it really is time to go home now.”