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    Choppy danced around Adam’s legs.
    “I can’t let you out right now. Kinda busy eating and calming Button down. Use your doggy door,” he told his friend.
    Choppy whimpered.
    Adam groaned. “Fine! Make Byron happy and then I’ll let you out.”
    He crouched down and held onto Byron tight but sat him on top of his steed.
    Meg and he always loved it in Toy Story 2 when Woody rode the dog, Buster.
    Choppy yipped for a moment and gave him a look like Adam must’ve eaten too many doggie treats, because this was not allowed.
    “ Save me! Save me! I want to have sex in the garage after I eat my sandwich, and my boy here won’t let me do that. He acts like he’s starved even though Mama fed him before we left the courthouse .” Adam laughed at the funny voice he was performing for his son.
    Byron was quiet, but wobbling around.
    Did they make saddles for babies and their trusty dogs?
    Choppy’s tail wagged, and she sniffed at Adam’s face.
    “You smell turkey sandwich?” He grinned at Choppy. “Well, too bad. I’ll give you some later. Babies have places to go. They have a very busy schedule between all their pooping and peeing.”
    He somehow steered the dog over to her exit for the backyard while keeping the baby happy and on Choppy’s back.
    “Uhhhh . . .” His wife’s voice was . . .
    “What?” He picked up Button and snuggled with him, pretending like he hadn’t been teaching him how to someday be a rodeo clown.
    How did she always sneak up on him when he was doing stuff like this?
    “Nothing.” Mari smiled, shrugged her shoulders and then set Meg down.
    The little bottomless pit went straight for his sandwich and was already gobbling it down as he nuzzled his nose into Button’s sweet little hair.
    “Is he hungry again?” Mari asked, patting Button’s back.
    “He’s fine. Manly bonding time is all.” He grabbed his soda before Meg begged for some.
    He swallowed it down in a hurry. Button was sucking his fist again.
    “Yep, he’s hungry.” Mari gave him a knowing look.
    “He’s fine.” He pointed at the bedroom. “Get Meg set up and then meet me back there. It’s not a garage, but I told you I’m not waiting.”
    “I heard you the first time.” She pinched his ass, smiled and then brought Meg over to the table and got her some more food, her favorite neon colored crayons and some paper.
    His daughter was always doodling.
    “Mama will be back in a little bit,” she told her.
    Adam headed into their bedroom, stroking the baby’s back and cooing in his ear.
    “I need this. You can manage to be happy for ten minutes, and I’ll pay you two dollars,” he told his son.
    “Mmmmeeehhhap,” the baby mewled.
    “That’s right—meehappy when Mama sucks me.” He used a firm voice. “We’re men. We understand there are needs.”
    “Be serious. He can’t understand that.” She closed the door and then turned to him, lifting her shirt and getting ready to feed the boy again.
    “But I come first.” Adam stared at creamy, round flesh.
    “You come first after the baby’s not squawking, otherwise I can’t come, because I’m too worried about him and can’t concentrate. And you don’t like it if I don’t get mine, too.”
    “Lie down. I know what to do.”
    She pressed her lips together, and her eyes gave nothing away.
    “I said—lie down.” He pointed this time.
    The second she was on the bed with her chest exposed, he handed her the baby. The voracious little one latched right on.
    That was fine.
    Adam sat at the foot of the bed and pulled her heels off.
    His fingers massaged and kneaded into the soles of her feet.
    “Ohhhhh, that feels good,” she moaned.
    “You hate heels more than I hate wearing a suit,” he mused.
    “I think you’re right. They were making my legs cramp up a little.”
    His fingers roamed up her calves, and the more he dug in, the louder she got.
    “I like the sounds you make.” His fingers went under her