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I expected the doorbell to ring at any moment, and my love to be shedding her clothes soon after.I decided to postpone breakfast, just in case I might have company for it, and headed for the garage to get in a few minutes of lifting. Before I settled in on the lifting bench, I opened the door to let in the cooler morning air, and there she was, running up the driveway. She was wearing a blouse and a short denim skirt, which completely threw me, as I couldn't recall the last time I had ever seen her in a skirt. At school she usually wore jeans, and in summer she wore shorts.As she crossed the threshold of the garage, she reached out to press the button that would close the door, and grabbed my hand. Looking around, her eyes settled on the workbench, and she started pulling me in that direction.I started to say something, but she spun and wrapped her other arm around my neck, reaching up to kiss me firmly. Pulling back, she said, "We don't have time for much. My mother wants to take me. I got into LA around 5:30 PM after one layover in Detroit. Traffic across LA to Oxnard was terrible.I stopped by the workout room early on Monday morning to do my daily workout before our meetings began. I bumped into Dylan Harris in the workout room.“How was your camping trip?” Dylan asked.“The boys and I had a good time,” I answered. I had told Dylan about our trip during lunch one day during the last OTA.“You like being a father, don’t you?” Dylan asked.“I do,” I replied. I could see Dylan was trying to work up courage to tell me something. “Any particular reason you’re curious about fatherhood?” He gave me his famous lopsided grin.“Well ... yeah,” he admitted. “Beth and I are talking about kids.”“Congratulations,” I said, giving Dylan a pat on the back.“Do you have any second thoughts?” Dylan asked. A kid is a big responsibility.”“In spite of my tender age when I became a father,” I replied. “I have no regrets. Being a father is the best thing I have done in my life.”Dylan and I.
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