The Eighth of December

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snowman picture

"Mommy! Look what I made at school." Mallory called as she ran inside. Zoe lifted her head out of her hands and looked at the photo Mallory passed her.

"Wow baby, that's great." Zoe said.

Mallory had slid her an outline of a snowman that was filled in with cotton and decorated.

"Why don't you go out that on the fridge?" Zoe asked, sliding the picture back. Evan walked over to Zoe and started rubbing her back.

"Hi my love." He whispered.

"Hi." Zoe whined.

"How was your day?" Evan asked, leaning down and kissing her head.

"Tia was in a mood and the baby had been kicking all night so I've gotten no sleep for days and I'm tired." Zoe whimpered.

"Oh my girl." Evan soothed. Zoe sighed as Mallory walked over to her.

Tia started crying and Zoe groaned, putting her head in her hands.

"Don't worry honey, I'll get her." Evan assured her. He walked out of the kitchen and Mallory grabbed Zoe's hand.

"Mommy can I tell you something?" Mallory asked.

"What is it?" Zoe asked, looking at her daughter.

"I named my snowman after you!" Mallory said.

"Oh?" Zoe asked.

"Yeah! Her name is Zoe." Mallory explained. Zoe smiled and felt tears in her eyes. She tightly hugged Mallory.

"That's so sweet of you baby." Zoe said.

"Mommy?" Mallory asked.

"Mmhmm?" Zoe hummed, not breaking the hug.

"I think you're killing it." Mallory whispered.

Zoe smiled and squeezed her oldest child tighter.

"Thank you baby."

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