Greaser

Steve was holding Grace, wewe were making a bottle.

Steve was great babysitter; holding the baby in one hand, a bia 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.” wewe say as wewe hand him the bottle.

“Nah, Grace is gonna be the first girl quarterback, aren’t wewe Grace?” Your boyfriend says, giving her a gentle squeeze.

wewe smile as wewe lean against the door frame, looking at your boyfriend.

He smiles up at you. “When can we get one?”

“Get one?” wewe laugh.