"Stella, three years ago this wasn't your bedroom. We didn't have any kids. We were able to come and go as we pleased. But now we have you and Gigi and we're happy. Well, I'm happy. I can't speak for your father."
"I'm happy."
"I happy. Mommy Daddy happy?"
"Yes. We're happy."
"Gigi happy?"
Gigi grins.
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