Steve was great babysitter; holding the baby in one hand, a beer in the other, watching a football game.
“You see Grace, that’s a first down. We’re doing good.” He says, pointing at the screen.
“It’s not like she’s going to like football.” You say as you hand him the bottle.
“Nah, Grace is gonna be the first girl quarterback, aren’t you Grace?” Your boyfriend says, giving her a gentle squeeze.
You smile as you lean against the door frame, looking at your boyfriend.
He smiles up at you. “When can we get one?”
“Get one?” You laugh.
