"Ah, never thought of that, you're as narcissistic as Dodo." Victoria playfully punched Hank Clegg's chest.
"As I should be." Hank Clegg leaned in, his nose brushing Victoria's face, "Don't you think Dodo really seems like my daughter?"
"Yeah," Victoria candidly replied, "Not only does Dodo, but Michael also resembles your baby. The more they're around you, the more their speech, demeanor, and every move become like yours."
"Really?" Joy sparkled in Hank Clegg's eyes.
"Really," Victoria chuckled, "The other day when you three were sitting on the sofa, even the way you sat was identical. It was hilarious."
"And that's exactly as it should be." Hank Clegg lifted Victoria into his arms, holding her at the waist as he looked up at her, "You're my wife, Dodo and Michael aren't they my babies too? It's normal for babies to resemble their dad, isn't it?"
