Laugh
“Link, baby, I have something important I need to tell you,” Tilieth whispered as she stroked her son’s hair. Clearing her throat, she continued solemnly, “What do you call a well-balanced horse?”
Link watched her dazedly, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were trying to follow along.
“Stable.”
Abel snorted, especially at the strained smile on his wife’s face, because he knew how painful these jokes were for her. Although it didn’t draw a laugh from their half conscious boy, it warmed his heart that Til was at least trying.
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