#Chapter 464 – Family Breakfast

About forty-five minutes later Jackson and I leave the bedroom with a damp and happy little girl between us, one of her hands in each of ours. She trots happily forward and we both grin down at her, I think both of us still buzzing from the happiness of bathtime. To say that Marigold was happy with the warm bath is an understatement. In fact, the whole bathroom was a wonder to her – from the big porcelain soaking tub to the flowing warm water and the bubbles and the toys. Safe to say, I don’t think she’s ever going to growl at me when I propose bath time ever again. “Marigold!” My dad’s voice booms out in the living room and all three of us whip our heads up in surprise. I grin at my dad and the rest of my family already gathered around the living room, plates of breakfast in their laps, because it becomes immediately apparent that mom put together the loveliest little breakfast to welcome Marigold to the family. But Marigold interprets things differently. She gasps in fear