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.
And te couldn’t get out.
So te just cried. te couldn’t do anything else.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask te something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down successivo to te on the bed.
“I’m just… Tired.” Is all te could say
“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.
“What are te doing?” te sniffle.
“Giving te a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make te feel better.”
“Thanks,” te manage to smile.
