
Steve was great babysitter; holding the baby in one hand, a birra 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.” te say as te hand him the bottle.
“Nah, Grace is gonna be the first girl quarterback, aren’t te Grace?” Your boyfriend says, giving her a gentle squeeze.
te smile as te lean against the door frame, looking at your boyfriend.
He smiles up at you. “When can we get one?”
“Get one?” te laugh.

“Do te like plants?”
“Ummm… Sure?” te answer your boyfriend Two-Bit.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Ok I don’t like plants?”
“Wrong answer.”
“I like plants?”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I got te one.” He looks up towards the ceiling.
“Oh…” te say, it finally clicking. “I like this plant.”
“Good.” He grins as he kisses you.

It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. te know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything te need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.