Artem Wing
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“Wait, I need that, come back here.” You hear Artem’s voice from outside your bedroom door.
You peek your head out, witnessing the five-year-old boy successfully outrun your husband in a coat far too big for his little body with a briefcase in his hands.
Artem runs his hands through his hair, he meets your gaze giving you an exhausted yet warm smile. “Does he have to do this every morning?”