“We’ve had an incident.” Meagan’s stiffened posture at her friend’s comment had Mitch wondering if she’d used some kind of code for something serious. She lifted her son carefully from Niki’s arms. “Hey buddy. What happened?” “My plane is bwoken, Mom.” Buck wiped his tear-streaked cheeks, before burying his face in his mother’s neck. Mitch smiled, at once sad for the boy but happy that he thought so much of his gift. “Aw Buckaroo, don’t cry. I’ll get you another plane. Toys break when kids play with them. It’s no big deal.” Meagan shot him an appreciative glance before heading inside with her son. “You see? Don’t cry, little man,” she crooned softly as she rubbed his back in slow comforting circles. Buck’s head popped up unexpectedly. “I didn’t bwake it, Mitch. I put it in the hangah just like you said. But when I woke up, it was all messed up.” Mitch patted the boy’s head comfortingly. “How about if I take a look at it for you, okay?
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