“PIG!” said Huck, pointing down at the animal from his father’s lofty shoulders. “PIG! LOOK! PIG!”
“That is a pig, champ,” Riley praised him.
Sam smiled and slipped her hand into his as they kept walking. “Do you want more of these?” she asked idly.
“Already? I thought we agreed, six sows for the first year.”
She giggled, then stopped him and kissed his cheek. “I’m pregnant again.”