Page 68 of Forecasting the Forward

I found it fascinating. Crazy how a little baby can drop that much shit.

Santzy

No more diaper pictures. No pics of weird moles or growths anywhere. If you wouldn’t ask your parents a question, don’t ask it in here. Those are my stipulations for staying in the group text.

Daws

Party pooper.

Daws

What about pictures of Mackenzie covered in food, finger paint, or any kind of goo?

Santzy

I’ll allow it.

Daws

(sends picture)

Levi

For fuck’s sake Daws! Is that shit?

Daws

It is.

Daws

I didn’t break any of Luca’s rules. It wasn’t a dirty diaper picture, and he said I could send pics if Kenz was covered in goo.

Santzy

I hate you.

Daws

No you don’t.

“What’s got you smiling over there?” My head pops up as I hear Becca’s sweet voice. “You were gone so long I was getting worried.”

“Sorry. Thunder had to mark every surface he could find, and then I got caught up in a group text with some of the guys on the team. Did you get everything that you want to bring to my place packed up ? Wait. Our place.”

Becca giggles. “You’ve really gone all in on this.”

“I have. I’m the kind of person that embraces life. Once I’m settled on something, I’m all in. Why half-ass your way through life?”

“I guess, it’s just …” she trails off.

“What?”

Becca sighs. “It’s hard for me to go all in with things. I keep thinking of every worst-case scenario. It seems like we’re moving at warp speed, and that scares me.”

I pull her into my arms, and she burrows her face into my neck. “I can understand that. I want you to trust me, that I’ll never consciously try to hurt you. Take it to heart when I say that I’m playing the long game here. This isn’t just a blip on the radar. But if it freaks you out to think about the future, how about we just take it day by day?”

She nods against me, her hand drifting down to pet Thunder’s head. “Will it offend you if I keep my apartment for the time being?”

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