Redhawk Caldera why shouldn't a guy feel lucky to love you?

Clover was as good as a sleeper as her brothers, for now. It wouldn't bode well in dangerous situations but fortunately Lagan was the opposite of that. When his tongue swept across her forehead, Clover shifted, adjusting her position in her sleep. The potato spud placed her head across Tegan's pudgy withers, and a large snore came forth from her tiny body. It was but a preview of the loud noises she could make if she desired to—fortunately for her family, Clover had yet to have such a desire. The conversation between father and son went completely over her head, literally and figuratively.