"Dylan, you cannot hold our kid like that!" "What do you mean?" I exasperate. "You're holding our kid like a football. . ." She crosses her arms, looking unimpressed. My eyes fall to the giggling little toddler pinned between my hip and arm. Her tiny arms are wrapped around my leg as she nuzzles her pudding covered face against my pant leg while her legs dangling freely, lightly bumping into my back thigh. "She loves it!" I exclaim, giving her a little shake. Emma's eyes reluctantly roll and I just smirk at her. "See! Giggles!" - Sequel to; Inked || Dylan O'Brien - CompleteAll Rights Reserved
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