C32 Thirty Two

Zane and I sat at the kitchen table, sipping our morning coffee and exchanging playful banter as we often did. Our conversations always took unexpected turns, and today was no different. We found ourselves joking about the possibility of forgetting our future kids at school, and the hilarity that ensued had us in stitches.

"You know, sugarplum," Zane began with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes