"She doesn't need to talk, Grace holds both sides of the conversation for her…Maybe she's just quiet? She's hit all of her other milestones, she just is not chatty."

“Then maybe you should try and get Grace to shut up so Charlie has a chance. She needs to learn to talk, Espa. She can be quiet. I don’t care. But she has to learn to talk first.” He didn’t want a child that couldn’t talk. Wouldn’t was completely different. But he didn’t want anyone saying that he had a child that was too dense to be able to learn to speak. Besides, being able to communicate made things so much easier.

"And you don't hire a tutor for a child who's only a year."

“Well she isn’t learning to talk with you.” He raised a brow, daring her to argue that logic. She needed to teach their child to talk if she didn’t want someone else to do it for her.

"Travel with your team? That sounds…. I can't even fake this one. That sounds absolutely miserable."

Kaleb flopped down onto the bed, put his arms behind his head. “Why? Most of the other wives…girlfriends…lovers…whatever do it. They stay with us at the best hotels, eat the best food, spend our money on expensive things. They get to see the world, too. How does that sound miserable?”

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