He’s an excellent stewer
Noah
Am not!
Marcus
What they mean to say is why don’t we come over and we can hang out?
I promise, I’m fine
Jasper
Fine, be that way
I’m not being any way
Marcus
We’ll deal with you tomorrow at practice
Nothing to deal with
I’m fine
Marcus
When Harper says that, it’s the exact opposite
Then I’m terrible
Jasper
Now that we believe
What’s that, Caleb? You’re hungry?
Gotta go
Marcus
You’re an ass
Love you too
“Are you going to be okay on your own tonight?” Gran asks me.
Caleb is stumbling around on the floor, learning his way. Ever since he took his first steps, I found every single baby-proofing item I didn’t have so I could protect him. When I debated getting a helmet for him, Gran threatened to make me wear my own helmet around.
I backed off immediately.
“We’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” Caleb waddles over to her and she scoops him up, peppering him with kisses.
I sigh, sinking into the couch and wanting it to swallow me whole. “Yes. We’ll be good. I’ve got this whole dad thing down now.”
That earns me a smile from the baby in her arms. I’m choosing to believe he can understand me and likes me being his dad.
