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Dakota sighed, placing the carseat in the truck. She climbed in, tired still
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Elijah smiles, buckling Ethan in. "Would you like to sit in the backseat next to him? In case he needs anything?" he asks her
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Dakota quickly climbs out and gets in the back, now excited to take him home. "Yep." She said, buckling
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Elijah smiles, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the engine. He then drives home
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Once they arrive home, Dakota hops out and carefully unbucklesEthan, holding him with the most care she culd manage as she walked to the house
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Elijah smiles, he enters first, grabbing Kingston's collar in case he got over excited and jumped.
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Dakota looked down at the dog, squatting down and holding Ethan barely out of Kingston's cold nose's reach as he reached over
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Dakota looked down at the dog, squatting down and holding Ethan barely out of Kingston's cold nose's reach as he reached over
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Kingston could sense the fragility of the baby. He sniffs him, tail wagging
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Dakota smiles, mostly trusting the dog. "Good boy, Kingston." She praised
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