Fight Dirty
Once he turns his bike around, I hurry up the porch steps to get Violet’s stroller, grabbing it with one hand.
“It’s not good or bad,” Charlie answers, staying in the same spot. I get Violet situated, pull the visor up to keep her shaded, and then double-check the diaper bag, making sure I have extra diapers, wipes, and her bottle.
“You really got this uncle thing down,” Charlie comments as we start down the street.
“I’m the favorite. Don’t tell Logan, Dean, or Archer.”
Charlie smiles and we silently go down the block, walking fast to keep up with Jackson.
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