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“Here is a Barbie Dreamhouse,” Cobb said loudly. “Because you do such a good job.”
“Phillipa’s not here,” Arthur said, looking around. “But I’m sure she’ll love it.”
“It’s not for Phil,” Dom squinted. “It’s for you. You should know I love you both the same.”
Arthur had come into his life right after Phillipa had been born - right after the point man she’d been named after had died gruesomely. The day after, actually, but Dom didn’t like to think about that too much.
“Phillipa’s not here,” Arthur said, looking around. “But I’m sure she’ll love it.”
“It’s not for Phil,” Dom squinted. “It’s for you. You should know I love you both the same.”
Arthur had come into his life right after Phillipa had been born - right after the point man she’d been named after had died gruesomely. The day after, actually, but Dom didn’t like to think about that too much.