I grinned at his outfit.
 
 He had the cutest baby Wranglers on his tiny little tush that I’d ever seen, and a black onesie that said, “This is actually my first rodeo.”
 
 Bringing him up to my face, I pressed a kiss on his bald little head.
 
 Then turned back to my wife.
 
 “Ready to go home, Mrs. Valentine?” I asked.
 
 She nodded her head once.
 
 “Home, Mr. Valentine.”